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