Born To Run Lyrics - Marillion

The quiet sadness of the people of the North 

Echoes silently around the cold grey places 

Ecstasies undared 

Tremble upon the edge of the tightly, respectably unfulfilled 

Who drink to excess in order to forget what never happened 

Brave faces 

Well dressed ordered minds on suicide's edge 

Reflected in the rain-skimmed slate grey, battleship grey, hardship grey 

[Blue grey] 

And further South, and homeless 

Here I am 

Globally altered and dishevelled 

Oh darling, I've done it all 

An antithesis of sorts 

And yet bound together and hopelessly in love 

With the inevitable loss 

And the end 

How can we run from ourselves?