Run away with me to way back when

We would walk outside, so innocent back then

Now we trapped ourselves within four walls

Sweating on a treadmill

Singing to empty halls

Like a bird in a gilded cage

Too tamed to feel the rage

Like a knife through a beating heart

This existence

Tears us apart

Wish we could live in wooden huts

The last alternative before my heart's door shuts

Wish we could live in wooden huts

Glow can deceive

But neon lights won't heal the cuts

Run away with me to way back when

We would push each other on a swing and sang in unison

Now we shove each other just to get in line

Trying to impress, to dress, to wine and dine

Like a bird in a gilded cage

Too tamed to feel the rage

Like a knife through a beating heart

This existence

Tears us apart

Wish we could live in wooden huts

The last alternative before my heart's door shuts

Wish we could live in wooden huts

Glow can deceive

But neon lights won't heal the cuts

Once we were free like a butterfly (but we sold our wings)

But we sold our wings to rent a lie (in concrete cages)

Time to bid this concrete cage goodbye

Or let our passion fade and die

Wish we could live in wooden huts

The last alternative before my heart's door shuts

Wish we could live in wooden huts

Glow can deceive

But neon lights won't heal the cuts