Dreaming Of

I thought I saw you dancing with dirty feet

Broken records, slightly out of reach

Are you dreaming, dreaming about the spires

Back then, before there were crossed wires?

Are you longing, hands up in the air?

Broken flowers twisting in your hair

Are you dreaming, dreaming about the time

Way back when before you crossed the line?

You cut and run

You cut and run

They cut and run

I am the one

Empty rooms, dancing on your own

Broken flowers from a broken home

Are you dreaming, dreaming about the time

Way back when, before you crossed the line?

Thought I saw ya dancing with tired feet

Longing hours, records on repeat

Are you dreaming, dreaming about the spires

Back then, before there were crossed wires?

You cut and run

When you see the trouble

You cut and run

Once the damage has been done

You cut and run

When you see the trouble

I am the one

('Cause you're always crashing that same car)

(And the apple don't seem to fall too far)

(And there's always icebergs in the way)

(Of all the sorry's that you ought to say)

You want to feel like the way that you did back then

You want to push back the hands and start it again

You want to feel like the way that you did back then

You want to push back the hands and start it again

You want to feel like the way that you did back then

You want to push back the hands and start it again

You want to feel like the way that you did back then

You want to push back the hands and start it again

You want to feel like the way that you did back then

You cut and run

When you see the trouble

You cut and run

Once the damage has been done

You cut and run

When you see the trouble

I am the one

('Cause you're always crashing that same car)

(And the apple don't seem to fall too far)

(And there's always icebergs in the way)

(Of all the sorry's that you ought to say)

(So you don't come back around this town)

(Always causing trouble or just fooling around)

('Cause there's always something in the way)

(Of all the sorry's that you ought to say)