You head so deep in the box so you cannot rise up from it
The world is getting cold, you got so numb while you play with it
Forgot your heart on the road how you filling up the empty seats
Your hands are getting cold, why you looking for another treat a glimpse of heat
And I'll be, running from you
Father if you could just give me, I'm tired of running, I'm tired of running x2
Father, Father x4
You're so obsessed with your high cloud and I didn't make your needs
And I can see your old loud sound by the end of it
I feel so bad for you now when your cleaning up your wounds to heal
Tell what so cold, when you're looking for that outter need to make it bleed
And I'll be, running from you
Father if you could just give me, I'm tired of runing, I'm tired of runing from you
Father, Father x4
Writer(s): Julia Christine Karlsson, Touraj Keshtkar, Anton Anders Rundberg
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