Seven Mary Three - Tug lyrics

Little miss runs away Didn't think you would ever come back As I turned my head I find my newest complication She won't run Won't fall She don't talk to Anyone at all Am I your sleepless dream? Can I whisper soft advice? Am I the wind rush through the trees? Turning leaves of observation She won't run And won't fall She don't talk to Anyone at all River rushes towards A south city left behind The Tug is moving at a walking pace Slithering up her spine I won't run I won't fall I don't talk to Anyone at all