Running کے بول

I'm running, in the words I'm running, in the night. You're running, through my mind As I'm running, from the light. The sad thing, with the night, it always brings the day, Then no longer, I can fight, cause it lights my, (?) bright. Oh this cause of action, (?) soul, of mine. No it's only lonesome, in, these times. It will keep running, and falling And searching, for it to fly away It's never, dark enough, to make you, disappear. My dreams are never, real enough, to hide all fears. Oh this cause of of action, (?) the soul, of mine. Will never find, its true, way out. It will keep running, and falling And searching, for spinning. (?) To move, that cold heart.