Oh my friend what is it that's tormenting you
Hold my hand I will take you far away from here
Old, I am to even try to help you
Bold, I'm not, I'm always counting on you

Running freely
Running alone

Oh my friend what is it that's tormenting you
Hold my hand I will take you far away from here
Old, I am to even try to help you
Bold, I'm not, I'm always counting on you