Bell-Clempson-Sancious
Searching through the shadows in the night
Lying awake, waiting til the morning light
Endless images before my eyes
But your face is all I really recognise
Your memory burns
At the point of return
Running back
I come running
I come running to you
Running back
Yes I'm coming
Running back to you
Tell me who was that stranger with a face
Like mine
Where was he going
Just running blind
What was he hoping
He was ever going to find
Could it be better than what
He just left behind
Your memory burns
At the point of return
Running back
I'm still running
Running back to you
Running back
Yes I'm coming
Running back to you
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