Text: Matt Duke. Rabbit.

Every sentiment hangs around
No longer than a minute or two
I find I keep falling for love
But I can?t seem to follow it through

So run, little rabbit, run

I leave one good hand on the wheel
Been counting mile markers for days
Everything falls further behind
I can disappear in several ways

So run, little rabbit, run


Sleep through the morning
Don?t wake me up
Sleep through the morning
One little man to one mighty sun

Try to break away from yourself
Throw your broken bones in a heap
All the blood and guts are exposed
Your spirit has been begging to leave