i say we leave.
i say we get out of this retched place
we move on
you and i.
we should leave, go to a place where the ground is soft, where the skies are bright

why are we here, anyways?
we should have left years ago; we shouldn't have come to start with.
oh, my darling, this horrid place which i cannot call a home
is starting to frighten me.
hold me close as you whisper words of comfort to me.

whisper in my ear that we are going to leave. breath out your ideas of the promised land,
tell me where we shall go.