The purest beautiful and even bolder Every bit of you, even your shoulder You never did get one day older Realizing that makes me colder inside As the years drew, we grew apart A young you in my heart Listening to you now, it's such art But it feels like only partly true On the street Save yourself Who are you running from Past the bridge Out of the light Who are you running from The purest of beautiful is not innocent There has to be depth, something malevolent Trying to escape the thing that's imminent Appearance is not evidently so On the street Who are you running from Save yourself Who are you running from Past the bridge Who are you running from Out of the light Who are you running from