Picture this, a falling star
The door is a guide string
The two of us are holding fast
Where will the fall leave us?

You were a prisoner and so was I
Well, there's a hunter that opened my eyes
Into the arms of a thread that's real
This is our burden, we've got to find another way out

If there are no such things as walls
You are not a prisoner at all
Another way out, yeah, there is nothing holding you
So run like a, a cannon ball, whoa, whoa

Picture this, a night without cars
Just hugs and long legs
The two of us are horned and proud
The city is ours again

You were a prisoner and so was I
Well, there's a hunter that opened my eyes
Into the arms of a thread that's real
This is our burden, we've got to find another way out

If there are no such things as walls
You are not a prisoner at all
Another way out, yeah, there is nothing holding you
So run like a, a cannon ball, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Another way out, yeah, there are no such things as walls
You are not a prisoner at all
Another way out if there is nothing holding you
So run like a, a cannon ball, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, ooh

Hey, hey, hey