No more running
Says my mind
All this movement
Has just proved
Your kisses are too fine
Hold the harmony that I see
Friends I once had
Turn their thoughts away from me

No more running
I've got to be
On back porches
With a torch of a firefly lit tree

It's what I hoped for
It's what I hoped for

No more running
No more running

I lock my bones and
Trip my feet
I told them
I'll find a place to be

You stink like candy
In your teeth
When you
Leave your face with me

No more running
Says my mind
All this movement
Has just proved your kisses are too fine

It's what I hoped for
It's what I hoped for

No more running
No more running
No more running
No more running

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Writer(s): Brian Ross Weitz, David Michael Portner, Noah Benjamin Lennox