Number 47 ( " I Run To You" )
Words & Music: M. Cole Gove
Tiger Gala Tiger Publishing

This isn't for the luck or the proud
It's for the weak and disallowed

Cause you yah you know how to bleed
Yah you you know how to bleed

When that wind blows threw here again
I pray my love might lift you then

Cause you yah you know how to bleed
Yah you you know how to bleed

And in these crowded rooms
My sickness blooms
And I, I run to you
It's all I know to do

With the thrill of ending the famine
Here we stand knives drawn again

Cause you yah you know how to bleed
Yah you you know how to bleed

With a coffee every morning and a forty every night
We paray we'll get teh timing right

Cause you yah you know how to bleed
Yah you you know how to bleed

And in these crowded rooms
My sickness blooms
And I, I run to you
It's all I know to do

I feel nervous I feel weird
God knows I never ment to be here
I feel nervous I feel weird
God knows I never ment to be here

And in these crowded rooms
My sickness blooms
And I, I run to you
It's all I know to do