- Recorded:2011 Meth Beach - Philadelphia, PA
- ©2012 Anti Inc.
I’m aware of the danger.
I think its ok. I was never
that young. I was born old
and gray. Alone and in shambles,
it alright it’s ok. The storm cloud
has broke, the haze burned away.
I was 23 miles from the chesapeake
bay. I’d worn through my shoes.
always walkin away. Seems like
all of my troubles roll and tumble
this way. The bottle has broken,
the ghost has escaped.
Oh no. I can’t walk around with
my feet off the ground. And when
they hit, although we are strangers,
Run away, run away, run away, I have.
I didn’t talk much to strangers. I’d
bled my friends dry. Hard, hard livin
yet I was hardly alive. But I kept on
rollin and now I know why. The storm
clouds have broken a hole in the sky.
Well get away from the shelter. Get
away from the storm. Get away from
the mountains. Get away from the shore.
Get away from the hang-ups that destroy the minds. Get away from the darkness,
Get away from the light.
Oh no. I can’t walk around with my
feet off the ground. and when they hit,
although we are strangers, run away,
run away, I have.