Escape
I want to run
but something holds me here
running in place
the phantoms in me need release
need a way out
their castle is made of glass
but there are no doors
raining on my soul
the water collects and becomes heavy
we need freedom
I want to run
but something holds me here
running in place
the phantoms in me need release
need a way out
their castle is made of glass
but there are no doors
raining on my soul
the water collects and becomes heavy
we need freedom