Another night of fight or flight mode Led me to the waterfront in Glasgow Sympathetic police found me there in tears And confiscated all my beers I apologised and got the next train home Where I filled up both sides of the paper Folded it up, kept it for later I meant every word that you never read That got ripped up, thrown away instead Hit reset and accepted that we're done And now that you're not at #21 I'm not looking up for light Or trying to track you down so I can say "Girl, can you tell I've been running again?" And nowadays I can think of better things to say Than "girl, can you tell I've been running again?" I'm out of breath, out of time, out of everything Winter has long since been put to rest And I can't fault spring for trying its best To make sure that it doesn't hurt to stare at the sun And to breathe colour into lifeless lungs And teach me not to be afraid to smile And to realise that everything is potentially worthwhile.