The Spell

The land runs dry I can wait,
Your lies here to stay,
My God cannot wait,
And I will run to the mountains,
Capture the air with my hands,
Realease it out a ways,
We won’t break it.
Run, run, run, run.
Show me the wayyyy,
You came through my heart,
Now you want nothing to do with me,
And I will run to mountains,
And capture the air with my hands,
Release it out a ways,
We won’t break it.
Run, run, run, run.
Show me the wayyyyy,
Ooh
Oh no
Oh yeah
Ohhh
Yeah ooh oh
And I will run to the mountains,
Capture the air with my hands,
Release it out a ways,
We won’t break it.
Run, run, run, run.
Show me the wayyyy.
You came throughhh
Myself, I want nothing to do with me.