| Run, run Through the woods | |
| Talking branches will retrace you ? | |
| Father, come and see | |
| I'm old enough to fight to my own death | |
| I'm not afraid, i've grown | |
| I'm not your girl no more | |
| Lie beneath a floor | |
| A winding sheet for warms and comfort | |
| Father, come and see | |
| I'm old enough to lift the gravity | |
| I'm not your frayed-haired girl | |
| I'm not your golden boy |