I know you need somewhere to go,
A place to call your home.
I know, you need someone to call a friend.
You've burned it at both ends.


Memories, last moments.
Then they're gone before you notice.
Everything you've ever worked for,
Means nothing to me, or anybody.


I know you need to find our own way.
But I know theres only one way I know.
Through the woods into his arms,
To the comfort of his scars.


The scars on his side,
And spikes through his head.
He did this for you and me,
He did this so we could be free.