[Intro — spoken, bright and breathless] There you are. No, don’t turn around. You’re shaking. [small, delighted laugh] Is that because of me? hahahahahah Run, little spark [Verse 1] Your shadow ran ahead of you It told me where you’d hide I slipped between the pine trees Purple flashing through my eyes You threw your coat across a stone To make me chase the wrong shape I tried it on—it split at the shoulders You should’ve seen my face [Pre-Chorus — sweetness briefly slipping] You weren’t supposed to mean it When you told me no Now you’re halfway through the forest And I’m not ready to go [Chorus] Run, little spark, run I’m right behind your fear The dark has got my footprints And they’re closing in from here Run, little spark, run Don’t waste your breath on prayer When I call you from the treeline I’m already standing there [Post-Chorus — chopped, giggled] There, there Run along There, there Wrong way, love [Verse 2 — playful semi-rap] You crossed the creek on stepping stones I crossed it laughing barefoot You held your phone up for a light I smiled at you from underneath it Your hair stands up before I’m close You’ve figured out the warning A little purple through the trees— Oh, good. You’re running for me [Pre-Chorus — delighted, casually cruel] I’ll give you one advantage I’ll let you count to five One, two—oh, that’s adorable You’re still alive [Chorus] Run, little spark, run I’m right behind your fear The dark has got my footprints And they’re closing in from here Run, little spark, run Don’t waste your breath on prayer When I call you from the treeline I’m already standing there [Bridge — quieter, transformation deepening] My antlers catch the branches I pull until they break You watch the scales climb up my throat With every breath I take A spark between the branching tips You flinch—I tilt my head You used to lean in closer Was it something that I said? [Brief silence — spoken, smile audible] What? You liked me five minutes ago. [Final Chorus — ecstatic, wild] Run, little spark, run I’m right behind your fear The dark has got my footprints And they’re closing in from here Run, little spark, run You made it almost fair Now I’m whispering from your shoulder: We’ve already been through here [Outro — soft, delighted] Found you. Stay still. I want to see what you do next.
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