Texty: Bush. Golden State. Fugitive.

:
we got the soul
we got the honey
to stay alive we keep on running
house is on fire
we're petrol-stained
we stay on the move
ahead of the flames
we are the new accelerators
faster we go before they make us
maybe we did maybe we don't
let's see your face as you throw the stone

i am a fugitive on the run
i carry the weight of what i've done

those born of sweat through eyes of love
bring more light than 5000 hurts
it's not where you're from but where you go
and what you believe is more than you know
open your head open your head
hold me close as we jump off the edge

i am a fugitive on the run
i carry the weight of what i've done
so don't carry the weight
don't carry the weight

you can't change the world
but you can change what's to come

i am a fugitive on the run
so don't carry the weight
don't carry the weight