Woodland

In the morning when I wake And the sun is coming through, Oh, you fill my lungs with sweetness, And you fill my head with you. Shall I write it in a letter? Shall I try to get it down? Oh, you fill my head with pieces Of a song I can't get out. Can I

"Woodland" Run, Run, Don't trail behind keep moving The beasts wont stop till we're dead All the scrapes on our knees Will tell you where we've been, where we have bled. Oh we play, in autumn days Won't lay down our heads till the day is won Won

Wake up to the sound of your fleeting heart Wake up to the sound of your fleeting heart When you go, what you leave is a work of art On my chest, on my heart She went out to the hay in the morning grace She went out and got lost in a tall hedge maze