Run, Run, Run...

Emme Packer

On the moon with the dust

not a stone many crater for my bed.

There is a strange man who's chair rocking back with

whose bias on my head.

In the room with the king and the queen

and the prince and the princess too.

And the dog is a guard for the gold and the cell,

not a person knew.

I, I, I.

Would hide, hide, hide.

If I could run, run, run that fast.

The shade in the spider's web

make you silk for the neighbor fly.

That one's doom can not come on

unglued no matter how hard he tries.

He said, I, I, I

I would hide, hide, hide

If I could run, run, run that fast.

The door what am I here for

could have sworn I was fast to sleep.

And the hair curling answers

there asking why I must be counting sheep.

He said, I, I, I

I would hide, hide, hide

If I could run, run, run that fast.

Mmm..

Mmm..

Mmm..

If I could run that fast,

If I could run that fast,

If I could run that fast,

If I could run that fast,

I would,

if I could,

Oo..

Oo..

Oo..

Oo...

Little child your secret's tight, I'll keep it here with me.

You won't be coming back this way

now that you're almost twenty-three.

She said, I, I, I

Would hide, hide, hide,

I could run, run, run that fast.