the north beckons, like the cold dark moors always do. and when the moors beckon i will always follow, and so back to leeds i go. not sure what i'm going back to, only what i'm running away from.
sometimes though all you can do is to run away, back to where friends are and so i can curl up in front of the fire, and run through the woods in the moonlight next to my old house.
then some things never work out no matter how hard you try xxxxxxxxxxxx
sometimes though all you can do is to run away, back to where friends are and so i can curl up in front of the fire, and run through the woods in the moonlight next to my old house.
then some things never work out no matter how hard you try xxxxxxxxxxxx