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
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
Credits
Writer(s): Kelly Crisp, Phillip Ivan Howard
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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