Texty: Brandon Boyd. The Wild Trapeze. A Night Without Cars.

Picture this: A falling star
that holds a kite string
The two of us are holding fast
Where will the fall leave us?

(You were a prisoner)
And so was I
(Now we?re the hunted)
It opened my eye
(Into the arms of)
A threat that?s real!
This is our burden
we?ve got to find

Another way out!
If there are no such things as walls
you?re not a prisoner at all
Another way out!
Yeah, there is nothing holding you!
So run like
a Caribou

Picture this: A night without cars
Just hooves and long legs
The two of us
are horned and proud
The city is ours again

(You were a prisoner)
And so was I
(Now we?re the hunted)
It opened my eye
(Into the arms of)
A threat that?s real!
This is our burden
we?ve got to find

Another way out!
If there are no such things as walls
you?re not a prisoner at all
Another way out!
Yeah, there is nothing holding you!
So run like
a Caribou!

Another way out!
If there are no such things as walls
you?re not a prisoner at all
Another way out!
If there is nothing holding you!
So run like
a Caribou

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