You have the upper hand to open up the door   Running out, running out   Running out shouldn't give youth back      I have a hardened chain connected to my arms   Running out, running out should pull apart      Let's trade this tired home for all it's worth in paper   Running out, running out   Running out you react      Tired of singing   You're tied up never tired of singing   Tired of singing      Revolutionary minds never know to draw the line   Running out, running out   Running out like a fire so sweet      Tired of singing   You're tied up never tired of singing   Tired of singing      This will bring you closer   You want it, you want it      Imitating Bransby imitating them   This will bring out closer   Never have to say it   Tired of singing      Tired of singing   You're tied up never tired of singing   Tired of singing