Run, Run, Run...

　　Run, Run, Run... - Emme Packer

　　On the moon with the dust not stone many crater for my bed

　　There is a strange man which is cheer up rocking back with

　　Which bias on my head

　　In the room with the king and the queen and the prince

　　And the princess too

　　And a dog is the god for the golden sun not a person knew

　　I I I

　　Hide hide hide

　　Like run run run that fast

　　The shade in the spider's web make me silk for the never flying

　　That one's dome can not come on glue no matter how hard you try

　　He said I I I

　　That would hide hide hide

　　Like run run run that fast

　　The door would in ride here for good swarm that was fast to sleep

　　And the hair come and sooth there asking wine must count in she

　　He said I I I

　　Hide hide hide

　　Like run run run that fast

　　Hmm

　　Hmm

　　Hmm

　　If I could run that fast

　　If I could run that fast

　　If I could run that fast

　　If I could run that fast

　　I would

　　If I could

　　Oo

　　Oo

　　Oo

　　Oo

　　Build child your secret tight I'll keep it here with me

　　You won't be coming back this way now

　　that you are almost twenty three

　　She said I I I

　　Hide hide hide

　　Like run run run that fast