I dreamt a lodge on the outskirts of town
My brothers and my father and the quiet so loud
A crowd of the faceless, the glow from the screens
The bombs will be dropping soon, on me
Footsteps, wait for us
Before we turn to dust
The emptiness fills with snow
The further from us you go
Escape to the north, we must not turn around
My brothers and my father, and the quiet so loud
Under his hood, snow in his beard
I call out to wait, he’s too far to hear
Footsteps, wait for us
Before we turn to dust
The emptiness fills with snow
The further from us you go
The figure loses form, we can’t go back
We run from the world ‘til we’ve lost the tracks
Footsteps, wait for us
Before we turn to dust
The emptiness fills with snow
The further from us you go
We can’t see you
We can’t see you
We can’t see you
We can’t see you
We can’t see you

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