The Walk

On a road
Empty and cold
Everything feels wrong
When you call me home
Happiness
Is feeling like a call
I was feeling like a cause
That's already lost

And how's it feel?
When suddenly it lands
This horror for these two hands
Try to understand

For to carry on
Like to save a heart
Like to face a fall
Like running home
Now I have to run

So I'll be carried on
Carried on
Carried home

When did we get old?
Remember what we were told
Everyone dies alone
Everyone dies alone
Everyone dies alone