There's a path running under the city, where the stones and the hills divide. There's a path we can walk through the loss and the pity.
She's out of the light she'll (She'd?) finally be safer.
She said "I wanna go home."
Eyes turn grey like a face in the paper; she said "I wanna go home."
There's a girl sleeping under the river, where the snow and the rain collide. There's a girl that we watch and we'll soon be with her.
She's out of the light, she doesn't remember.
She said "I wanna go home"
Face turns white like a sky in December.