You can walk in the pantries
You can sit down
You can hold the earth in your hands
You can run from all this
You can go the long way
You can carry my weight the whole way down
As the crow flies straight
Holds me in his gaze
As he rises to his fate
We can do the same
I try not to vizualise
All the people's eyes in the compromising ways
As I leave them far behind
I try to hide the root of my escape


You can sit in the pantries
You can sit alone
You can breathe the sad silence in the woods
You can bawl your heart out
Make your feelings known
Things the grass already knows
As the crow flies straight
Holds me in his gaze
As he rises to his fate
We can do the same
I try not to vizualise
All the people's eyes in the compromising ways
As I leave them far behind
I try to hide the root of my escape