Runaway (Live) - Matt Corby

Mmm yeah Mmm hmm Well since we been done I've been trying to un-fall apart And I've been thinking that some neon lights Would be a real good start Well I called a couple friends But they all say they're staying in So I guess I'm going out on my own I might be heart broke But that don't mean that I'm gonna stay home, yeah I can buy my own drinks I can pay my own tab At the end of the night when they cut on all the lights I can call my own cab I can drop my own change in the jukebox I can dance all by myself 'Til I can stop thinkin' 'bout drinkin' 'bout him I don't need nobody else Yeah I can buy my own drinks (Tonight, tonight, tonight) Yeah I can buy my own drinks (Tonight, tonight, tonight) Found myself a dive The type he would never walk in Then a guy at the bar sees an empty drink in my hand I said sweet of you to ask If you could fill my glass But I'm gonna have to pass this time Me and myself, yeah well we're doing just fine I can buy my own drinks I can pay my own tab And at the end of the night when they cut on all the lights I can call my own cab I can drop my own change in the jukebox I can dance all by myself 'Til I can stop thinkin' 'bout drinkin' 'bout him I don't need nobody else Yeah I can buy my own drinks (Tonight, tonight, tonight) Yeah I can buy my own drinks (Tonight, tonight, tonight) I can walk my own self to the front door I can take my own self to bed I can medicate my own headache Hell, I can be my own boyfriend I can buy my own drinks I can pay my own tab And at the end of the night when they cut on all the lights I can call my own cab I can drop my own change in the jukebox I can dance all by myself 'Til I can stop thinkin' 'bout drinkin' 'bout him I don't need nobody else Yeah I can buy my own drinks (Tonight, tonight, tonight) Yeah I can buy my own drinks (Tonight, tonight, tonight) I can drop my own change in the jukebox (Tonight, tonight, tonight) I can dance all by myself (Tonight, tonight, tonight)

Drifting away In my imagination I see you in a paper airplane Get a running start 'Cause you're almost there, you're almost flying You're way up there, way up in the clouds So baby, glide right through the sky 'Cause you didn't look back when I said, "I love you" Baby, goodbye and leave me with a sigh You'll eventually hit the ground, and even then I'll be waiting for you I'll be waiting for you I'll be waiting for you My runaway man Falling asleep at night was never easy to me When I know there are shining stars above my head So I get a running start 'Cause I'm almost there, I'm almost flying I'm way up there, way up in the clouds So I'm gonna glide right through the sky 'Cause you didn't look back when I said, "I love you" So baby, goodbye and leave me with a sigh You'll eventually hit the ground, and even then I'll be waiting for you I'll be waiting for you So I'm gonna glide right through the sky 'Cause you didn't look back when I said, "I love you" Baby, goodbye and leave me with a sigh You'll eventually hit the ground, and even then I'll be waiting for you I'll be waiting for you I'll be waiting for you My runaway man

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour