(a percussion song)
I’m running
running, running, running
until I’m running out
running out, running out
until I’m running out of words
no more mental dirt
and it even doesn’t hurt
running out of words
no more crazy world
singing in my yurt
running out of words
sound is safe and sound for a while
I feel very relaxed and I smile
no more dealing and wheeling
no more stealing
no more appealing
no more reeling
long lost land of feeling