I've been thinking about weather vanes and the Klu Klux Klan
It's funny how these silly thoughts enter my head
My hands are tied, but certainly not bound
I'll see you around
Maybe you're running from desire
Maybe you're running from something more
Maybe you're running from desire
I don't know
I want to show my love a life underground
So she can see the sound
Of the tectonic plates moving slowly
Cause Atlas shrugged
Maybe you're running from desire
Maybe you're running from something more
Maybe you're running from desire
Maybe you have an unnamed war
Maybe you're hiding your desire
While you fight your internal war
Maybe you're hiding your desire
I don't know