Texty: Bury St. Edmunds. Other. Walking Briskly.

Go and lay down a while.
Go and lay down and cry.
Rest your eyes for a while.
As the Sun pulls the sky.
Let the tears well up in your eyes.

I gave it my best of show.
But one thing I didn't know.
Was the wiring inside.
That keeps me alive.
Was shorting and out of control.

I'm not running, I'm not running.
I'm just walking Briskly.
I'm not running, I'm not running.
I'm just walking Briskly.

Time slips by as I stare.
Into space though the hazey glare.
That explodes off the screen.
Of this thinking machine.
When I could be warm by your side.

I'm not running, I'm not running.
I'm just walking Briskly.
I'm not running, I'm not running.
I'm just walking Briskly.