Runaway Testo

Two days on the run
You can't call it freedom
Hounds on your trail
You turn your head

Each and every minute
You fear any single sound
The smoke on the roof
The man who passes by
The bark of the dog
The voice of the horse
The struck of midnight
The brightness of the day
The darkness of the night

Runaway runaway
Days on the run
You cannot call it freedom
Don't wanna be treated so bad again