I'm running out. Of. Time. Our faiths have entertwined, Dynamite's blowing my sight. I'm running free. And. Wild. But the whole world around, Is my ground, deprived of sound. My cage is every road. The shadow's overcome. Like a hand up above. And yet our souls they glow. Don't let me go. Oh beautiful, my lyrical miracle. Don't go. Not yet, don't go.
