Woods

Ceramic lights, is this television, is this first ideas?

Laughter hangs from spindled towers, perception makes it real

And blankets devour, autumn stretches, on a hill up high

Say don't you wait for me to give up on my side

Holding the lights

Everyone is burning down the pines

There's nowhere to hide

Everyone out here is so high

Oh, good god

Insides lit up with constellations, reflect teeming eyes

And all the sounds for newborn ears, fresh, noisy and alive

No, don't you wait for me, no, don't you wait

No, don't you wait for me

No, you can't burn what is already on fire

Holding the lights

Everyone is burning down the pines

There's nowhere to hide

Everyone out here is so high

Oh, good god

If there's a softness left then it's down deep

Sleeping in the mines

And to get to it would stir the sticking fits

From where they now reside

The smallness is the comfort between us

But experience makes us mean

And I know, I know, I know, I know

This is where the woods will take you

Holding the lights

Everyone is burning down the pines

There's nowhere to hide

Everyone out here is so high

Oh, good god

Holding the lights

Everyone is burning down the pines

There's nowhere to hide

Everyone out here is so high

Oh, good god