The Ides

I always said she was a runner,

And running through the fields,

I put a gun, I put a gun to her,

With the force she came to kneel,

And as she screams and in her own blood,

I said sympathy for you,

I’ll never have, I'll never have none,

Its time you told the truth,

So I left the gun beside her,

And running in the nights,

I run for land, I ran for safety,

For new places and new sight,

I never thought I was a runner,

And I thought I knew her well.

I never thought I was a runner, and I thought I knew her well.

You should have died that very night,

Good job for you I wasn't born a killer,

You took my life, and I took my flight,

Good job for you I wasn't born a killer.

I always knew her as a baker,

But something I knew not, is

That when I tried to take her,

There was something Ides forgot,

For I knew I couldn't keep her,

And running out of time,

I tried so hard, I tried to cheat her, She was a running in her prime,

So I thought about my choices,

And chose to drop the gun,

And amongst the screaming voices, Something told me I should run.

I never thought I was a runner,

and I thought I knew her well.

I never thought I was a runner, and I thought I knew her well.

There is so much to remember, But there is more to forget,

I isn’t seen you since December,

I’m surprised we haven't met,

And In the Depths of the Silly Isles,

I heard you reside,

And in the depths of my mind, I can still see your eyes.