I am your fugitive, Running to escape my fate. Underneath the moonlight, I feel safe; Though, I am still the fool. My innocence wishes to survive your arrows, centaur; you, a master of archery. You haven’t missed one shot on me, Aimed at my heart, I do not fall. Aimed at my heart, I do not falter. Underneath the stars, I feel safe.
I am your fugitive, Running to escape my mistakes. Underneath the skies, I have misplaced my loyalty; as such does, the fool. My heart wishes to love one, banded with honesty. That is not you, master of archery. Aimed at my head, I still think. Aimed at my head, I still wander; Away to where I may feel safe.