I’m running away, to a far away land,
a place where nobody knows.
Where horses run free and the river speaks to me,
where lost souls finally find home.
The corners of my vision is provoking,
taunting you, can’t you see?
Your colorful tongue has suddenly come undone,
and there’s nothing left but history.
So I dare you to chase me, I dare you to try.
Come rescue me from the dangers of my mind.
You’ll catch me, I know, but find me, you won’t,
because my pretty dear, I am the master of disguise.