|
i got lost in a part of the woods |
|
far from another |
|
cut the line between light and the good |
|
out of color |
|
when we breathe |
|
we can see the stare |
|
seems you're not quite there |
|
and we've never done anything wrong |
|
i've betrayed the whole concept of ground |
|
right there for standing |
|
understand though i can't see what's sound |
|
got branches waving |
|
deep in the dark woods |
|
to stand where no one's stood |
|
when we move |
|
we're slow and cold |
|
if we're led then we don't have to think about what we've done |
|
streams come on |
|
and give all of themselves |
|
i'd like to lie there |
|
that was you in a part of the woods |
|
now we act like strangers |
