 Picture this: A falling star
that holds a kite string
The two of us are holding fast
Where will the fall leave us?
(You were a prisoner)
And so was I
(Now we're the hunted)
It opened my eye
(Into the arms of)
A threat that's real!
This is our burden
we've got to find
Another way out!
If there are no such things as walls
you're not a prisoner at all
Another way out!
Yeah, there is nothing holding you!
So run like
a Caribou
Picture this: A night without cars
Just hooves and long legs
The two of us
are horned and proud
The city is ours again
(You were a prisoner)
And so was I
(Now we're the hunted)
It opened my eye
(Into the arms of)
A threat that's real!
This is our burden
we've got to find
Another way out!
If there are no such things as walls
you're not a prisoner at all
Another way out!
Yeah, there is nothing holding you!
So run like
a Caribou!
Another way out!
If there are no such things as walls
you're not a prisoner at all
Another way out!
If there is nothing holding you!
So run like
a Caribou
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