Tug Lyrics - Seven Mary Three

Little miss runs away. 

Didn't think you would ever come back. 

As I turned my head. 

I find my newest complication. 

She won't run. 

Won't fall. 

She don't talk to. 

Anyone at all. 

Am I your sleepless dream? 

Can I whisper soft advice? 

Am I the wind rush through the trees? 

Turning leaves of observation. 

She won't run. 

And won't fall. 

She don't talk to. 

Anyone at all. 

River rushes towards. 

A south city left behind. 

The Tug is moving at a walking pace. 

Slithering up her spine. 

I won't run. 

I won't fall. 

I don't talk to. 

Anyone at all.