Marathon Man - Bear Hands

Sick of the static, I’m sick of your lies

Think you’re the «Baddest Bitch», think twice

After escaping your grasp, I’m coming back to life

Running away, running low on time

Counting the eggs in my basket

Terrible taste in women and I still believe in magic

Nothing ever happens

No more new X’s on the calendar

I’ve run all I can

Marathon Man

Heading for disaster

Oh, it’s a miracle I last at all

I am who I am

Marathon Man

Drinking you in, spitting out the seeds

Asking nice, waiting patiently

As the clock ticks down

I feast despite the famine

Am I a hawk?

Are you a dove?

Cold consensual bloodlust

Master masking your love

It’s hard to gauge your reaction

But I can imagine it (Imagine It)

But I can imagine

Nothing ever happens

No more new X’s on the calendar

I’ve run all I can

Marathon Man

Heading for disaster

Oh, it’s a miracle I last at all

I am who I am

Marathon Man

Who’s trading places?

Who’s playing both sides?

Old friends again

I’m staying alive

Like pulling teeth

Like telling a lie

Like young and reckless

Like certain deathwish, murder, suicide

Nothing ever happens

No more new X’s on the calendar

I’ve run all I can

Marathon Man

Heading for disaster

Oh, it’s a miracle I last at all

I am who I am

Marathon Man