| Song | Runaway |
| Artist | Sybarite |
| Album | Cut out Shape |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Where's the bone, where's the sack? | |
| Where's these things of mine? | |
| Pack them up, put them out, | |
| Coz there's not much time. | |
| Oh, I didn't know | |
| That you had feelings, too. | |
| Oh, I never thought | |
| That I was king of you. | |
| Where's the shame in my case, | |
| As I've fallen down? | |
| To the drug, to the floor | |
| In an eager pout. | |
| Oh, I didn't know | |
| How alone you'd be. | |
| And I never knew | |
| How much I'd have to need. |