I’ll be the bones, you’ll be the soul. I’m afraid that we might soon get lost. A lamp in our hand, we’ll share the eyes to run from the darkness around. Why did we trust the golden pieces in the path? The walls are deaf and so are the crows that sing over us and impatiently wait for our flesh.
Run! Foe! Hide! Into the light with you by my side. We’re getting closer.
Your absence hurts from that night on. No need to say I have no need to see because I feel the same way I remember all the nights before and that place only we knew how to reach. Time to realise things are eternal while lasting, for you never think it can be the last day, and regret turns into unrepairable disaster.
Run! Foe! Hide! Into the light with you by my side. We’re getting closer.