On the Run

I wanted to make a neofolk song this morning, so I did. It took me 3 hours. Proud of myself. A little existential song for weary times. Like recessions. • Lyrics: This is the world that time has forgot. I am the cream that's left behind to rot. We are the ones that look for an out but we get thrown roundabout. This is the way we have to live: all that we have, we must give, all for this world we must leave. There is hardly any time to grieve. Find your time, find your life, find your place to collapse from running in this race. Find your time, find your life, find your place to collapse from running in this race. Find your time, find your life, find your place to collapse from running in this race. Find your time, find your life, find your place to collapse from running in this race. Find your time, find your life, find your place to collapse from running in this race. Find your time, find your life, find your place to collapse from running in this race. Find your time, find your life, find your place... • Credits: • Evangeline Sutherland ——vocals, guitar, synths, production