For Emma

Narrator:

(So apropos:
Saw death on a sunny snow)


Him:

"For every life..."


Her:

"Forgo the parable."


Him:

"Seek the light."


Her:

"...My knees are cold."


(Running home, running home, running home, running home)


Her:

"Go find another lover;
To bring a... to string along.

With all your lies,
You're still very lovable."


Him:

"I toured the light; so many foreign roads for Emma, forever ago."