Lyrics

My body is slow, my pulse is in time
I'm taking control over the things left behind
I've got to carry on; I've got to go on
I'm swimming alone in the middle of the storm

I'm a running machine
Chasing my dreams
I'm not out of steam
And I'm gonna win this race
Ain’t gonna lose it now

I can't see the end of things I can do
I might lose some friends to the arms of the new
How was I to know that we’d all to grow old
The scenery behind is precious more than all the gold

I'm a running machine
Chasing my dreams
I'm not out of steam
And I'm gonna win this race
I’m gonna win it now

The figure of eight - two souls interweaved
The notion of hate - two brains growing weak
I still can't let go of the past that I've known
I see your face of love ‘cause I miss you in my world

I'm a running machine
Chasing my dreams
I'm not out of steam
And I'm gonna win this race
Yeah, yeah

I'm a running machine
Clutching at things
I was human before
But not anymore these days
Not anymore these days