His crown lit up the way as we moved slowly Past the wondering eyes of the ones that were left behind. Though far away, though far away, though far away We’re still the same, we’re still the same, we’re still the same.
To make myself put a name to the thing I’ve lost. But what’s the use? It’s gone. He’s gone. Whatever existed between us is gone. All that’s left is my promise to kill Snow. I tell myself this ten times a day.