Picture this: A falling star
Adorns a kite string
The two of us are holding fast
Oh, where will the fall leave us?
You were a prisoner
And so was I
Well we're the hunted
That opened my eyes
Into the arms of
A threat that's real
This is our burden
We've got to find
Another way out
If there are no such things as walls
You're not a prisoner at all
Another way out
Yeah, there is nothing hold you
So run like a cannonball
Pucture this: A night without cars
Just hooves and long legs
The two of us are horned and proud
The city is ours again
You were a prisoner
And so was I
Well we're the hunted
That opened my eyes
Into the arms of
A threat that's real
This is our burden
We've got to find
Another way out
If there are no such things as walls
You're not a prisoner at all
Another way out
Yeah, there is nothing hold you
So run like a cannonball
Another way out
If there are no such things as walls
You're not a prisoner at all
Another way out
If there is nothing hold you
Then run like a cannonball