I thought I saw you dancing with dirty feet
Broken records, slightly out of reach
Are you dreaming, dreaming about the spires
Back then, before there were crossed wires?
Are you longing, hands up in the air?
Broken flowers twisting in your hair
Are you dreaming, dreaming about the time
Way back when before you crossed the line?

You cut and run
You cut and run
They cut and run
I am the one

Empty rooms, dancing on your own
Broken flowers from a broken home
Are you dreaming, dreaming about the time
Way back when, before you crossed the line?
Thought I saw ya dancing with tired feet
Longing hours, records on repeat
Are you dreaming, dreaming about the spires
Back then, before there were crossed wires?

You cut and run
When you see the trouble
You cut and run
Once the damage has been done
You cut and run
When you see the trouble
I am the one

('Cause you're always crashing that same car)
(And the apple don't seem to fall too far)
(And there's always icebergs in the way)
(Of all the sorry's that you ought to say)

You want to feel like the way that you did back then
You want to push back the hands and start it again
You want to feel like the way that you did back then
You want to push back the hands and start it again
You want to feel like the way that you did back then
You want to push back the hands and start it again
You want to feel like the way that you did back then
You want to push back the hands and start it again
You want to feel like the way that you did back then

You cut and run
When you see the trouble
You cut and run
Once the damage has been done
You cut and run
When you see the trouble
I am the one

('Cause you're always crashing that same car)
(And the apple don't seem to fall too far)
(And there's always icebergs in the way)
(Of all the sorry's that you ought to say)
(So you don't come back around this town)
(Always causing trouble or just fooling around)
('Cause there's always something in the way)
(Of all the sorry's that you ought to say)