The Woodpile

Far from the electric floor

Removed from the red meat market

I look for a fire door

An escape from the drums and barking

Bereft of all social charms

I’m struck dumb by the hand of fear

I’ve fallen into the corner’s arms

Same way that I’ve done for years

I’m trapped in a collapsing building

Come find me now, we’ll hideout

We’ll speak in our secret tongues

Will you come back to my corner? Spent too long alone tonight

Would you come and brighten my corner? A lit torch to the woodpile high

Dead wood waits to ignite

There’s no spark on a dampened floor

A snapped limb in an unlit fire

Won’t you come and break down this door?

I’m trapped in an abandoned building,

Come find me now, we’ll hideout

We’ll speak in our secret tongues

Will you come back to my corner? Spent too long alone tonight

Would you come and brighten corner? A lit torch to the woodpile high

Will you come back to my corner? Spent too long alone tonight

Would you come and brighten my corner? A lit torch to the woodpile high

Will you come back to my corner? Spent too long alone tonight

Would you come and brighten my corner? A lit torch to the woodpile

Come find me now, we’ll hideout, we’ll speak in our secret tongues