Whitewoods

I went running through the Whitewoods outside

With your feathers and thorns sticking to my hide

Everybody was there in the cold and rain

I saw everyone there through the windowpane

Pull the cord down slow if you wanna get off

Tell it to myself when I'm going too fast

But the light is warm beneath the sliding door

Yeah the light is warm and you're all next door

Running around in the dark of the Whitewoods

Animals do anything in the Whitewoods

We all do what we should

Grey clouds billowing into the sky

Pulled out from the station in the dead of night

Was I running to

Or was I running from

Doesn't matter now that I've begun

Running around in the dark of the Whitewoods

Animals do anything in the Whitewoods

Running around in the dark of the Whitewoods

Animals do anything in the Whitewoods