Running Away - Richard Ashcroft

Don’t drink me I’m like turpentine

Make you blind, burn your insides

If I don’t know me then I don’t know you

Can’t figure out what I’m supposed to do

I ain’t running away from my mind this time

I ain’t running away from my mind this time

There’s a killer in me and a killer in you

A little talent but a lot would do If I don’t know me then I don’t know you

I don’t know why I do the things I do

I ain’t running away from my mind this time

I ain’t running away from my mind this time

I ain’t running away from my mind this time

I ain’t running away from my mind this time

Too stressed to eat, too tired to sleep

Alien to all you meet

It’s the season of the WHICH, it’s the season of the spin

And nobody knows what state we’re in It’s the season of the WHICH, it’s the season of the spin

And nobody knows the trouble we’re in It’s the season of the WHICH, it’s the season of the spin