Like a Runaway Slave - White Wives

Dirty hair falls down

Covers up my face

As you listen to me talk

Like a runaway slave

This is the person I became

With my innocence erased

Just a pictured carved from pain

I´m on display

This way of living was so beautiful

Where no one knows my name

Where nothing stays the same

I could fall asleep

On this lonesome stage

As I listen to the night

I feel high and afraid

So you ask if I am awake

Because they´re closing the gates

Just a circus tiger caged

I´ve grown so ashamed

This way of living was so beautiful

Where no one knows my name

Where nothing stays the same

Now I remember them

But don´t recall their names

New York City bound

Bulbs explode and dissipate