The Woods

Silver slivers of moving streams moon
Shadows creeping through these leaves we fall
Fleet footed, bolting off brisk
Walker please can we talk

I'm scared of losing you in the wild
I cannot rescue you before the night
Thick green wilderness I'm too far
Reaching out of the tree line

Gripping summer with hands entwined
It’s hard not knowing
It’s what’s left behind
Climbing ladders to leave the ground

I'm scared of losing you in the wild
I cannot rescue you before the night
Thick green wilderness I'm too far
Reaching out of the tree line

I cannot rescue you
I'm scared of losing you
I cannot rescue you
I'm scared of losing you in the wild

And it's dense
In these woods
And it's dense
In these woods