Texty: Alice Russell. Pot of Gold. Turn & Run.

I can hear life passing me by
Ita??s the very sound like the kicking of time
I look around and the stakes are high
I want to struggle but I wait in line
So turn, run

Now Ia??m back and Ia??m lost in a dream
I had a week in a single day
I lost my feet now Ia??m floating down stream
Far off to sea, are you following me?

So what am I supposed to think?
With every step I take Ia??m starting to shrink
Open my mouth but I dona??t hear the screams
Where am I? What am I?

Tell me what your gonna do
Turn and run, run, run
Run if you dare, run, run
Cana??t turn around, run, run
Run all alone, run, run

What am I supposed to feel?
How am I supposed to think?
How is it that your ok?
Why dona??t you feel like me?

What am I supposed to feel?

How am I supposed to think?
How is it that your ok?
Why dona??t you feel like me?
Turn, and run

I got treacle sliding through my veins
And my bones start to rattle and quake
And someone else there is tugging the reins
But I just cana??t see, whoa??s pulling at me

Seems everyone can be bought or sold
Poor as a beggar on a pot of gold
I haunt myself for eternity
So why cana??t O see? I cannot see

Tell me what your gonna do
Ia??m gonna turn and run, run, run
Run if you dare, run, run
I cana??t turn around, run, run
I run all alone, run, run
Run if you dare, run, run
Cana??t turn around, run, run
I run all alone, run, run
Ia??m gonna turn and run, turn and run