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."

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