Yvette Young - A Map, a String, a Light

My instinct was to flee from home
Closure, I'll find you in due time
In sleep, you go where you want to go
In love, you see what you want to see
I wanna go, and I wanna see

Grind me into dust, to feel my skin crumbling
Feed me to the sea, to hear my lungs stumbling
Oh, Siren song
Take me home
Where the stones can cover me

When your time runs out
When your blood runs cold, stay strong
When your lungs gives in
And the world caves in, be calm
Alone

Tall grass and open skies
That's where I'll be
(That's where we'll meet)