Testo: Amy Studt. My Paper Made Men. She Ran.

Just a girl in a photograph
Wearing the dress that I wear now
A pretty face in fields of grey
It's sad to see that nothing seems to change

She's running from the boy in the schoolyard
She's running through the field to the open barn
They're laughing as the sun dances round her
A little life within her takes it place inside her starts to grow

She cuts the seams of a favourite frock
She sits and listens to the old church clock
Oh daddy daddy don't send me away
Never been a bad girl I swear that nothing's changed

She's running from the face of her father
She's running from the silence in a crowded room
She's running from the ring that he gave her
The leaded sound of promises
The feeling that's inside her starts to grow

A dark day becomes a cold, cold night

A fading light to bear a newborn life
Two voices fade into one
She closed her eyes with the rising sun

She's running to the arms of an angel
She's running from the only place she's ever known
She's running with her heart left behind her
They knew when they found her that they just couldn't hurt her anymore

She's running from the face of her father
She's running from the silence in a crowded room
She's running from the ring that he gave her
They knew when they found her that they just couldn't hurt her anymore

Just a girl in a photograph
Wearing the dress that I wear now
A pretty face in fields of grey
It's sad to see that nothing seems to change