When I was a little boy I looked under the stairs The king and the pawns Were caught unawares Standing in the shadows A whisperer to be Just fishing in the darkness Of possibilities Just Look At you run Yeaaaaah Look at you run Yeah Ooooh Look at you run Among such style and grace Our highest hopes None standing still The running joke Where goes the warm embrace it fades Without return That lives to slip through fingertips and burn Just Look At you run Ooooooh Look at you run Ooooooh Look at you run Ooooooh Look at you run
When I was a little boy I looked under the stairs The king and the pawns Were caught unawares Standing in the shadows A whisperer to be Just fishing in the darkness Of possibilities Just Look At you run Yeaaaaah Look at you run Yeah Ooooh Look at you run Among such style and grace Our highest hopes None standing still The running joke Where goes the warm embrace it fades Without return That lives to slip through fingertips and burn Just Look At you run Ooooooh Look at you run Ooooooh Look at you run Ooooooh Look at you run
