There’s a sunrise every morning that you miss ‘cause you’re asleep.
There’s a sunset every evening, you miss in your car leaving to wherever it is that you’re going.
You’re not pulled but led.
‘Cause its not for who you’re going, but what they give you instead.
So when you go, tell me where are you going.
‘Cause there’s no place you can run to, forget all your longing.
So forget where you’re going.
Its been a long time for you darling, running from that house in the hills.
Where your parents still lay obsessing over the dust on the ceiling fans.
And did they do the same to you, child?
Did they lock you behind you door?
When they whispered their darkest secrets, saying, “I don’t love you anymore.”