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