[The Runaway]

Derek: This album was called uh, In a Glass (wahhhhhhhh) House! (Yeahhhhh)

He is the runaway, lie low the wanted man
Mask his elusive face, soon he will get away and free is his
Future no more aimless time to spend
And evading, he's escaping
Four dirty walls and a bed in a cage his home no more

Run in the underwood, Cover and hide the trail
Senses like sharpened swords, Guards for the shadow on his tail

And yet all his joy is empty and sad

[Experience]

Once I was a boy, and innocent to life and my role in it
This world played my game, and anyone a clown or foil for myself

Oh unseeing youth, how can it be so shallow and shortsighted
These years passed me by, to realise the folly of these unripe years

Oh unseeing youth, how can it be so shallow and shortsighted
These years passed me by, to realise the folly of these unripe years
I master inner voices, I make any choices
I master inner voices, I make any choices

I master inner voices, I make any choices
I master inner voices, I make any choices
(yay)