Go

Drowned words, drunken whispers
Don’t wake them up, walk soft on slippers
Downstairs sunken sisters
There’s a song in your hair, let’s hope they don’t listen

Go, go carefully now, don’t let them know you’ve gone

The wind is up and you’re on the run
Two cinnamon leaves held upon the autumn tongue
But you better fly; watch the world beneath you turn to red
Don’t turn around until you’ve reached the end

Go, go carefully now, don’t let them know you’ve gone

Can’t you see me gliding? 
See me soar
Can’t you see me flying?
See me fall