Picture this; a falling star that dons a kite string.
The two of us are holding fast,
Oh where will the fall leave us?

You were a prisoner
And so was i.
Run with the hunted
And open eyed
Into the arms of
A threat that's real.
This is our burden,
We've got to find

Another way out!
If there are no such things as walls,
You're not a prisoner at all.
Another way out!
Yeah, there is nothing holding you,
So run like a caribou!

Picture this; a night without cars,
Just hooves and long legs.
The two of us are horned and proud,
The city is ours again.

You were a prisoner
And so was i.
Run with the hunted
And open eyed
Into the arms of
A threat that's real.
This is our burden,
We've got to find

Another way out!
If there are no such things as walls,
You're not a prisoner at all.
Another way out!
Yeah, there is nothing holding you,
So run like a caribou!