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!