something scared you and when you moved your stitches pulled not yet removed we formed this link a thousand years before then you turn and say if you leave how can you leave on this hook cause we'll grow old here, you can never leave and what keeps me here has grown into me and I can't tear free a style awaits to coin us I peg you yes I seal the mold then you turn and say if you leave how can you leave on this hook cause we'll grow old here, you will never leave when we reach the hill when we reach the hill