Legs, Run

What height is the ceiling this time?

It doesn’t change the manner of it

Make me taller than the line on the wall

I wanna get ahead of it

And I won’t miss it this time

My eyes are open so wide

Prove that it’s more than I think

I’ll let you in again

I stumble like a doe

On these jagged rocks

Will hawks hang overhead?

Who will I love in the end?

Who will I love in the end?

I’ll go where I am led

Who will I love in the end?

Who will I love in the end?