Math Charlton / Paul Smith / Andy Turton
Friends of Brutal Architecture
2005
2008
3.48
EPonymous
2008
I’d love to stay indoors and,
Watch some TV,
Or we could cook a meal for,
Just you and me,
But let’s not take things further,
Least not tonight,
Just relax and see how it goes.
Don’t get me running away; running away from you,
Don’t get me so strung out that I don’t know what to do,
Don’t get me running away,
Don’t get me running away; running away from you.
We could go for a walk and,
Get some fresh air,
Holding hands in the sunshine,
Without a care,
But if you squeeze too tightly,
Then I’ll let go,
You could be heading home alone.
Don’t get me running away; running away from you,
Don’t get me so strung out that I don’t know what to do,
Don’t get me running away,
Don’t get me running away; running away from you.
But now you’ve pushed me too far,
Now the bubble’s burst,
I never wanted this attachment,
I’ve got to get out…
I am now running away…
You’ve got me so strung out…
You’ve got me running away; running away from you,
You’ve got me so strung out that I don’t know what to do,
You’ve got me running away,
You’ve got me running away; running away from you.