The Will To Walk

From the start and beyond
There's no type of rescue
Killing time until caught

Escaping in the only direction he knows

Legs are aching
As he's faking
The will to walk this day
With you

There is an art to these tears
He keeps then small and subtle
Don't want no stickiness
Stuck on to his heart

Leaving
Plenty of clues

Legs are aching
As he's faking
The will to walk this day
With you

Stripped of all safety
Pulling up his knees
Considering his enemies
As they might keep him warm
If only by their presence
In this demanding storm

Legs are aching
As he's faking
The will to walk this day
With you

His legs are aching
As he's faking
The will to walk this day
With you