Tell his sister he's fine How could I explain the fall In this short time It'll have to wait And if he dies before One thing I'll have been right To have tried Was believing blindly in his heart Tread light In the crossfire of a man And his silent need You take for granted your light You fly too low Well I saw you there You were lit Like it seems it is soft Like it seems like a fire Like I long ago Seemed to care Peel your eyes Who in the dark hall Of your enemy Strikes a match For you can lie To one fool or another But not to me Well ok, run Well ok, run Well ok, run Well ok, run Well ok, run Well ok, run Well ok, run Well ok, run