i guess the time has come for me to leave you darling the road is up ahead whle you re 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 i ll 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 you re here left behind your parents cry your body s missing i sense the coming of long nights the weather s changing it s getting darker in our happy home i ve gotta get away right now for soon they ll find my display of heartache wooded locked and keyed im hoping the opening of the trunk is something they don t 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