I Will Run from You - Cemeteries

Campsites

She would stalk In the fog and the red lights

(The fog and the red lights)

Harsh moans

Drifted out with my voice throught the radio

(My voice throught the radio)

I know you said It’s killing june

You swore that you would be home soon

Soft ground, claiming moon

She loomed through the lost towns

Her hair and windows down

I roamed through the night and found

Her hiding in a dark home

It’s halls burnt, windows broke

I know you said I shouldn’t hide

Your teeth were sharp my eyes were wide

I knew you once, I swear i tried

Your jaw unlocked, my vocals cried:

«I will run from you»