Little Talks - The Runners

Don’t listen to a word I say

The screams all sound the same

'Cause though the truth may vary this, ship will carry our, bodies safe to shore

I don’t like walking around this old and empty house

So hold my hand;

I’ll walk with you, my dear

The stairs creak as you sleep;

it’s keeping me awake

It’s the house telling you to close your eyes

Somedays I can’t even, trust myself

It’s killing me to see you this way

'Cause though the truth may vary this, ship will carry our, bodies safe to shore