| I am so afraid |
| Of taking a walk out in an open field |
| Fields of changing beautiful colors |
| Oh, they say the world is ours. |
| And I feel so compelled |
| To drown out the silence |
| In the ocean aaahh |
| Seas of changing beautiful melodies |
| Is all I want to hear |
| You make me run from my life, |
| Don’t think I can, don’t think I can |
| Don’t make me run from my life |
| It’s not what I want, not what I want |
| You make me run from my life, |
| Don’t think I can, don’t think I can |
| Don’t make me run from my life |
| It’s not what I want, not what I want |
| Oooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-oooh |
| Oooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-oooh |
| And I am |
| All alone |
| I’m taking a walk out |
| Into open space |
| Waves of fading flickering particles, ooh |
| They fly inside my mind |
| Aaah-aah-aah-aah |
| You make me run from my life, |
| Don’t think I can, don’t think I can |
| Don’t make me run from my life |
| It’s not what I want, not what I want |
| You make me run from my life, |
| Don’t think I can, don’t think I can |
| Don’t make me run from my life |
| It’s not what I want, not what I want |