F#m
Love the run but not the race
F#m
All alone in a silent way
Bm F#m
World drifts in and the world's a stranger
D A F#m
In a light, eclipsed and alienated
D A
In a time, occupied and invaded
D C# F#m
Can't tell what's right, better hit the ground running
F#m
In the hills where the tall weed grows
F#m
Hands are tied and won't let go
Bm F#m
Can't escape this place without leaving the world behind
D A F#m
In a light, ashamed and humiliated
D A
In a time, sacrificed for the sake of trade
D E A
The soul is bent, feels the weight of truth
F#m D
Falling through
D E A F#m
Left behind, no choice but to run to the mountains
D E F#m
Where no poppies grow, you have to hit the ground running
F#m D A F#m
In a light, paralyzed and spirits fading
F#m D A
Out of time, must decide to fall or run
D E A F#m
Into the eye, of the storm no sign or omen
D E A
Make it right, or fall to the other side
F#m D
Where fields are burning
E
From the day you're born
F#m
We always hit the ground running.