Short Fiction, Songtext
von Empty Atlas

At a house on College Street
There′s a name on a willow tree
That you carved when I wasn't there

You were always on a mission
In the shade reading short fiction
When you turned to me and said,

"If you wanted to run from me
I couldn′t stop you now
If you wanted to run from me
I couldn't stop you"

Five years have passed since I last touched down
I see no point in starting now
But often, I think of turning up unannounced
"Hey Ellie, how did your old book turn out?"


If you wanted to run from me
I couldn't stop you now
If you wanted to run from me
I couldn′t stop you

I didn′t see it till it passed me by
I didn't notice till it wasn′t there
Just this vague sense that the story didn't turn out right
Hit the cover again
Can we give it another try?

If you wanted to love me
I couldn′t stop you now
If you wanted to love me
I couldn't stop you

If you wanted to love me
(The story didn′t turn out right)
If you wanted to love me
(The story didn't turn out right)
If you wanted to love me
If you wanted to love me
If you wanted to love me
(The story didn't turn out right)