Ran away, miles from home, and maybe the mistake, was there all along... Ran away, so unsolved. Home, futile home. The shadow (that) surrounds you, has nested within me, like the bugs in her bread, like the truth I swore I held. Am I not the fire inside you? Am I not empty and vain? While the first lights scattered along the coast, began to spread amongst the waves, I overlooked the houses, tapered islands full with space. The silence huge and open, of resin and salt. RUN, RUN, my blood is ironless, like the vows we made. Awake and conscious, like the will to stay. The second I closed my eyes, oh well the second I didn't care. Did something inside me die? the truth?... the doubt.