| Song | The Man Who Ran Away |
| Artist | And Also the Trees |
| Album | Further from the Truth |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Burrows, Hill, Jones, Jones | |
| There's something in the air | |
| An emptiness that creeps alone with me | |
| I'm standing at the door where the wind sighs low | |
| And the lightening flutters across the sky line | |
| Somebody watches me from across the street | |
| I just say give me some peace | |
| And I watch the clouds turn grey into gold | |
| Feel I couldn't stop it | |
| The man who ran away | |
| Far across the open sea | |
| But I turned fear to shame | |
| Like a fool I sit on beggars hill | |
| I search my mind with time to kill | |
| And when I call your name you answer me | |
| And your voice seems to set me free | |
| And I watch the clouds turn grey into gold |
| zuo qu : Burrows, Hill, Jones, Jones | |
| There' s something in the air | |
| An emptiness that creeps alone with me | |
| I' m standing at the door where the wind sighs low | |
| And the lightening flutters across the sky line | |
| Somebody watches me from across the street | |
| I just say give me some peace | |
| And I watch the clouds turn grey into gold | |
| Feel I couldn' t stop it | |
| The man who ran away | |
| Far across the open sea | |
| But I turned fear to shame | |
| Like a fool I sit on beggars hill | |
| I search my mind with time to kill | |
| And when I call your name you answer me | |
| And your voice seems to set me free | |
| And I watch the clouds turn grey into gold |
| zuò qǔ : Burrows, Hill, Jones, Jones | |
| There' s something in the air | |
| An emptiness that creeps alone with me | |
| I' m standing at the door where the wind sighs low | |
| And the lightening flutters across the sky line | |
| Somebody watches me from across the street | |
| I just say give me some peace | |
| And I watch the clouds turn grey into gold | |
| Feel I couldn' t stop it | |
| The man who ran away | |
| Far across the open sea | |
| But I turned fear to shame | |
| Like a fool I sit on beggars hill | |
| I search my mind with time to kill | |
| And when I call your name you answer me | |
| And your voice seems to set me free | |
| And I watch the clouds turn grey into gold |