Since I met you,
I've wanted to run away.
Since I met you,
I haven't a care of what they say.
Now that you're mine,
so are your arms to shield me.
Now that you're mine,
so is your ear to yield me.
My heart has strings,
in which you dance on.
My heart has a rhythm,
in which you do indeed advance.
At this instant,
I realize that I will run away.
At this instant,
the thought stands fey.
Yes...I may be mad,
but you sort me sane.
Yes...my spirit spirals,
but because of the thrill you ordain.
