Run, run, run

[onacarom]

Run, run, run

I run I run I run
the night is cold

I run I run I run
the fog wraps the street lamps
the street lamps

I run I run I run

leaving behind
the steam of my breath
of my breath

Streets and more streets with no nME

North South East West
the Rose of Winds slept
in the box of Yesterday