Still

You go walking light through the forest The quiet resting snow is there for now Waiting white to be disrupted And you drift past it without a second glance Waiting for the world to be still Cos you've been running through every dream you've ever had Just to turn back round and see Nobody's chasing you They're still You're tethered to the hitch, like silver pieces They're wrapped around his careful little fingers Waiting for the other shoe to drop Double-back and take off home to Grandma's house Cape blowing in the breeze Waiting for her to leave it all to you Cos you've been running through every dream you've ever had Just to turn back round and see Nobody's chasing you They're still