Alex should I run away For my strength and for my health Or Alex should I stay at home Give my time to something else You sit there like your father Reading from your fathers stoic shelf Option A was never yours I see the bed you made yourself Alex I can't hold my words Hold my fire, hold my breath Alex I'm a bursting stream The water breaches comes to rest Alex I can't pray to god Seventh day in Sunday best But Alex I could save myself Hang my head and live again Winter creeping through the walls Insulation put to test I couldn't breathe the first few nights The freezing air and all the rest I feel like you would know me if I staying inside the shed all year Maybe your as scared as me Or Seventy-two ate your fears I hope seventy-two ate your fears Alex I can't fall asleep What if the words escape me there The Navy closed the lighthouse I'm leaving for The Skye my friend