The Woodpile
Far from the electric floor, removed from the red meat market
I looked for a fire door, unescaped from the drums and barking
I've fallen to the corner's arms, seem weird I, I'm done for years
I'm trapped in a collapsing building
Come find me now, we'll hide out
We'll speak in our secret tongues
We come back to my corner
Spent too long alone tonight
With you coming back to my corner
Lit torch to the woodpile eye
That wood needs to ignite
There's no spark... For
A snapped limb and an unlit fire
Would you come with me down this...
I'm trapped in an abandoned building
Come find me now, we'll hide out
We'll speak in our secret tongues
We come back to my corner
Spent too long alone tonight
With you coming back to my corner
Lit torch to the woodpile eye
Will you come back to my corner
Spent too long alone tonight
With you coming back to my corner
Lit torch to the woodpile eye
We come back to my corner
Spent too long alone tonight
With you coming back to my corner
Lit torch to the woodpile
Come find me now, we'll hide out
We'll speak in our secret tongues