Campsites
She would stalk In the fog and the red lights
(The fog and the red lights)
Harsh moans
Drifted out with my voice throught the radio
(My voice throught the radio)

I know you said It's killing june
You swore that you would be home soon

Soft ground, claiming moon
She loomed through the lost towns
Her hair and windows down
I roamed through the night and found
Her hiding in a dark home
It's halls burnt, windows broke

I know you said I shouldn't hide
Your teeth were sharp my eyes were wide
I knew you once, I swear i tried
Your jaw unlocked, my vocals cried:
"I will run from you"