What are you running from
You are made of all of this
Every street and every tree
They're begging you
They're begging you to stay
Take the highest plain
And never dare to look back
Is it something you want to face
Or is it you who wants to hide
From everything you said or did
And people fallen for your lies
Take the highest plain
And never dare to look back
Those who flee to the sun
Have never known a home