I guess the time has come for me To leave you darling The road is up ahead Whle youre kept in this trunk behind I ponder taking you with me As i flee for Sweden But baggage held in life Is baggage held in death I never wanted for a pain Aside form laughter I wanted nothing but to melt your snow But something took your gaze from me And left me bleeding Ill send a postcard to your memory My knife of desperation Pondered on your wristed smile So many steps And each one taken Thinking of you for miles I know my heart will know No matter if i flee for Sweden That youre here left behind Your parents cry Your bodys missing I sense the coming of long nights The weathers changing Its getting darker in our happy home Ive gotta get away right now For soon theyll find my Display of heartache Wooded, locked, and keyed Im hoping the opening of the trunk Is something they dont think of Contorted, bound lies my pain In the back of my mind I kind of pray that they will somehow Find me For I am too, locked away Away Inside the trunk
trunk, sweden, baggage, flee, whle