Run, Run, Run to the End

Let the last week come slow and pass us by
As we wish for everything new to break us down
I'm growing weary of you now
Just let me leave and escape you now

Saturdays were always and everyday searched for
At day, when I grow dreary of the plentiful
Wretched morning, why must you come
Must I forgive you again?

But still, she glares at me
With deceiving winters in her eyes
As she blows through the Earth
One breath through every crack

I'm coming, running home
Through you and all these walls that test me
Growing tired of night light preservation
Come and creep on me now