"Running Home, Running Home..."

So abruptly, saw death on a sunny snow.
For every life, forgo the parable.
Seek the light, my knees are cold.

Running home, Running home.
Running home, Running home.

Go find another lover to bring a, to string along.
With all your lies, you're still very loveable.
I toured the land, so many foreign roads.

For Emma.
Forever ago.