Iamx - Running

You ^Esing for me my friend, Brave and ^Bconfident, And there is ^Ecomfort between your breaths, And I use^B sense to help.

But when the^A days beneath me, scream into my^E present, ^C#m I must^B always run the ^Arace on my ^Eown.

Your ^Ewarmth is in my bed, Your voice ^Babove the stairs, And then the ^Etouching that comes regret, Becomes my ^Bmercy chair.

Even ^Awhen the sun is burning, Saving ^Egraces, ^C#m I must ^Balways run the ^Arace on my ^Eown.

Oh the ^Esinking and descent, Of every ^Bsaving word. And the ^Edestruction of all convention, and all ^Bcorrupted thought. Dig their ^Anails into my optimistic ^Eshell I must ^Balways run the ^Arace on my ^Eown I must ^Balways run the ^Arace on my ^Eown. I must ^Balways run the ^Arace on my ^Eown.