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Text: Amy Meredith. Running.

Throw the paper away,
Leave a note where you last layed down.
The garden bleeds through the morning,

Ooh, ooh, ooh.
Ooh, ooh.

Without love, I'm still running to you.
I stop breathing when you started letting go,
In my mind I hear you calling it out,
Without love, I'm still running to you.

Scan the eyes over dark skies,
Flowers bloom over foreign fields.

Ooh, ooh, ooh.
Ooh, ooh.

Without love, I'm still running to you.

I stop breathing when you started letting go,
In my mind I hear you calling it out,
Without love, I'm still running to you.

I think I will sit and wait for a while.
You know I've tried (x2)

Without love, I'm still running to you.
I stop breathing when you started letting go,
In my mind I hear you calling it out,
Without love, I'm still running to you.

In the dark, I'm still running to you
I stop breathing when you started letting go,
In my mind I hear you calling it out,
Without love, I'm still running to you.

Meredith, Amy