Through The Woods

Through the woods in to the clear

I will take you there, my dear

Make paper planes from out of the fear

And let them fly away

And I will hold you in my arms

But charmless arms can sound alarms

And harm is only an arms length away

And something snaps and life dissolves

In the furthest of your mind’s resolve

You’re on the dark side you’re on the dark side

You’re on the dark side of me

Through the woods in to the clear

I will take you there, my dear

Make paper planes from out of the fear

And let them fly away

You’re on the dark side

You’re on the dark side

You’re on the dark side of me

You’re on the dark side

You’re on the dark side

You’re on the dark side again

You’re on the dark side

You’re on the dark side

You’re on the dark side of me

You’re on the dark side

You’re on the dark side

You’re on the dark side of again