THINGS IN THE FOREST

Deep into the forest, that’s where you must go
Lines on your palm change, you have your scars to show

Thrown onto the flames, like logs we wait our turn
Contemplating reason, in the end we all will burn

And you from the south, what air do you bring?
A tune so pure and true that caged birds refuse to sing

I stumble through the woods and minutes feel like days
Someone once said “if you ever come here, I will destroy your face”

The place we left is not the same place anymore
I scream into the past and try a different door

Deep into the forest, that’s where I do go
Moon and stars above, with all the scars I know

I want to come out of the fog
I want to sit by your fire
I want to live in your house
In a dream I was there
I was there, in a dream

It is so easy to ignite when the spark is your soul
When you run out of masks and your own shadows to fall
It is risky to burn when the fuel is your heart and the road is your life
All that remains is the knife
That wants to cut you