Look at the time, it’s moving slow
Butterfly wings in a colourful show
Angels guard the station door
The trains approaching from the shore
Chorus:
...and I run
I’m getting on
Not gonna miss this trip
For a million bars of gold
...and I run
I’m moving on
Not gonna hesitate
And let my soul grow cold
Look at your faces, all cast down (Come on)
Pick yourselves up off the ground
Winds of liquid, happy songs
Pick me up and move me on
Chorus:
...and I run
I’m getting on
Not gonna miss this trip
For a million bars of gold
...and I run
I’m moving on
Not gonna hesitate
And let my soul grow cold
Wheels of thunder lifted slow
We’re off the ground in a blinding glow
Carried by the birds of a feather
Wings of sunshine sweeping together
My heart is beating in my chest
I’ve found my rhythm and my place of rest
Moving now in a lightning arc
I’ve left my tears back in the dark
Chorus:
...and I run
I’m getting on
Not gonna miss this trip
For a million bars of gold
...and I run
I’m moving on
Not gonna hesitate
And let my soul grow cold
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