Текст песни Marathon Man - Bear Hands

Sick of the static, I'm sick of your lies
Think you're the baddest bitch, think twice
After escapin' your grasp, I'm coming back to life
Running away, running low on time
Counting the eggs in my basket
Terrible taste in women, but I still believe in magic

Nothing ever happens
No more new X's on the calendar
I run all I can
Marathon man
Heading for disaster
Oh, it's a miracle I lasted
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 guage your reaction
But I can imagine it
But I can imagine it

Nothing ever happens
No more new X's on the calendar
I run all I can
Marathon man
Heading for disaster
Oh, its a miracle I lasted
All I am, who I am
Marathon man

Who's trading places?
Who's playing both sides?
Old friends again
I'm staying alive (ooh, ooh)
Like pulling teeth (ooh, ooh)
Like telling a lie (ooh, ooh)
Like young and reckless (ooh, ooh)
Like certain deathwish, murder, suicide

Nothing ever happens
No more new X's on the calendar
I run all I can
Marathon man
Heading for disaster
Oh, it's a miracle I lasted
All I am, who I am
Marathon man