Brandon Boyd

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...
(Well, there’s a hunter)
That opened my eyes...
(To 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 are 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...
(Well, there’s a hunter)
That opened my eyes...
(To 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 are not a prisoner at all.
Another way out!
Yeah, there is nothing holding you
So run like a caribou!
We've got to find,
Another way out!
If there are no such things as walls,
You are not a prisoner at all.
Another way out!
Yeah, there is nothing holding you
So run like a caribou!