The Woods

The only thing I know about you to be true is that you keep your victims alive
You tie them, you tear them down, you make them wear a silly crown, then you sing your lullaby
How many times my dear must you go into the woods,
Looking for something to eat and then bringing home a troll?

The only thing I know about me to be true is that I'm always watching my back
I've fed on leaves and bugs and bees and made a home among the trees, and now I'm never going back
How many times my dear must you cloak yourself in black?
I can see myself in your shiny, silver axe

And they all know it's true, you're impossible to love, you're impossible to lose
And they all know it's true, you shouldn't be alone
You should find yourself a bird or a bee, but oh not me, no sirree
I've taught myself how to release, how to float, how to be

How many times can a broken boat sail into the wind and end up on the other side again?
How many times can you fall flat on your face and try to end up in my arms?
Leaves have changed, snow has fallen
Yet you line up at the start

You've seen my face, looked in my eyes, watched me escape
You've held my heels, calloused feet pebbles trodden
I don't want to leave, in my heart you're soft bedsheets, sweet and clean
In my mouth all I taste is salt and blood
Salt and blood
Salt and blood
Salt and blood