Story Behind The Song

Running with scissors was also the name of an ultimate frisbee team I played on.

Song Description

Mid-to-up tempo reflection on the battle between drive, lust, & ambition, and the caution that restrains them

Lyrics

Running with scissors
© 2005
words and music by John Girard
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feel me, I?m the rolling on of time
feel me, I?m the wind that blows your mind
feel me, I am cold and I will not go away

in the corner of my mind I?m running with scissors
in both hands with eyes closed, an icy path below
and I don?t look down, no, to see you lying there
and I slip and I fall and the cold clean steel
rushes into my brain

I?m the rock star and I?m livin? it up so large
to win your lust tonight
hoping I can quiet
the alarms, oh, on the other side of my head

all the reasons for this life seem lost without you
and it keeps me movin? on even when I want to stop
it?s as though I?m wired to keep you very close
it?s the burning desire it?s cold as steel and rushing through my brain

I?m the rock star and I?m livin? it up so large
to win your lust tonight
hoping I can quiet , just hoping I can quiet
the alarm, oh, on the other side of myself
the alarms on the other side of my head
the alarms on the other side of myself
goes on and on (repeat and fade)