I'm home-sick of this place.
The voices from the walls,
telling me what to do - chasing horizons.

She talks alot about death,
not knowing the end
I'm escaping - chasing horizons.

What if leaving is a loving thing, Marianne.

Captain, I'm deserting.
This battle cannot be won.
Wave the white - search for home.

Leaving the windows open
to let some noise in,
to let it out again. - search for home.

What if leaving is a loving thing, Marianne.

This is not goodbye
This is the beginning - again

Leaving you is a loving thing, Marianne.