Q5

Neon lights, line the clouds that haunts your dreams
All alone, steppin' out onto the streets
Mother's call, baby's gone and can't be found
Comes the night, that's the time it hurts the most
Oh, runaway... you can't hide from the night
Runaway, everybody wants to fight your love
Memories, of a family somewhere crying
Carry on, while inside emotions dying
Children lost, fantasies of days gone by