Are you running away
From all the things that they say
Or are you running away from yourself?
I'm out of breath
Running from irrelevance
Like an avalanche bearing down
You can run, run, run til the sun comes up
It's hard times in the fast lane
Because the weather never changes in cyberspace
It's hard times in the fast lane
When I'm spinning, I'm spinning, I'm spinning
I'm out of breath
Running from irrelevance
Like an avalanche bearing down
You can run, run, run til the sun comes up
Spinning, feel sick and I want to get off
Right now
I'm out of breath
Running from irrelevance
Like an avalanche bearing down
You can run, run, run til the sun comes up
Spinning, feel sick and I want to get off
Right now