When I see you turn your head,
I remember the dread,
That ripped through my bed,
Now it's sitting in the shed.
Your eyes had captured me.

As the crow leaves home,
With nowhere to roam,
Better watch my tone,
He's scared of the phone.
Your hands had captured me.

When the sea rises,
Listing all the demises,
Handing in the crisis,
Fighting for no causes.
Your soul had captured me.

Don't let me be.
Gone.