Flee

I'd be quiet, I'd be neat.
I'd be elegant, and sweet,
and fall asleep against your shoulder.
You'd be strong and you'd be right,
You'd be bold and you'd be bright,
and warm me up when it get's colder,

and flee, flee the city streets
and light, and light up our retreat

I breeze in and I depart,
little pieces of my heart,
in suspended animation.
and then your eyes will cover mine,
I'll fall gently out of time,
overcome with hesitation

and we, could flee the city streets.
and lights, would light up our retreat.

and we, we'd be all right.
because the flight,
would be worth the fight.
Even the words, will all come out right.
come on let's run; just run.
Quick run for your life.
Quick run for your life.

and flee, flee the city streets
and light, and light up our retreat

(stop running for your life)
(There's nothing to run from.)