Catching clocks and broken glass
Past the bridges and smoke stacks
You look like what I might lack
Open up your head there's something missing

Who's got nothing to run from,
Do you?

Near eyelashes and a stream
Forest green oh forest green
Up past cities made of steam
Open up your head we found a secret

Near eyelashes and a stream
Forest green oh forest green
Up past cities made of steam
Open up your head we found a secret

Who's got nothing to run from,
Do you?
I do
I do

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Writer(s): Brendan Jude Coon, Holly Grice