I think it's waiting for me
Under the hum of the powerlines
And I feel it call for me,
Like a gun pressed against my spine
That voice in the wind
Like the afterglow
Of a blown-out streetlight
Telling me
To run for the hills
Oh
(Under the powerlines, oh)
I think it's waiting for me
With a knife in its pocket
And a tiredness in my eyes
And I wish that I could remember the emptiness
Of the roads up north taking me away
That voice in the wind
Like the afterglow
Of a blown-out streetlight
Telling me
To run for the hills
Oh
Run for the hills (Run for the hills)
Run for the hills (Run for the hills)
Run for the hills (Run for the hills)
Oh