Running for Home
Matthew Good Band

They beam things into your head
The ghosts of your pleasure and content
When we were liars things were seamless
When we were wired the world was like a secret
I close my eyes now and I scream
I turn the light on and there's nothing left redeeming
I saw your face before it changed
But God makes you look nicer in a bad way

So low but how high?
It's too late tonight
And I'm sure you're right
So low but how high?

And after this there's just the circus
And every morning your tiny heart stops working
It gets tight in there sometimes
Looking for those defects, talking like it's a reflex
I close my eyes now and I scream
I turn the light on and there's nothing left redeeming
I saw your face before in rough
You should wait around a while
Cause your body's bound to turn up
So low but how high?
It's too late tonight
And I'm sure you're right
So low but how high?
So low but how high . . .