Forest gets dark, too dark to see, if you’re my friend or an enemy. Rain falls down and thunder howls. we take our hands, flee into holes.
We lie down in meat beds. We pray for the hunter's death. We bury ourselves in our desire. To feel save, we lay fire.
The fires we set are coming after us.
What hasn’t been said now remains unsaid Because the smoke is already filling our lungs And our legs, they won’t carry us far We’re falling, we’re waiting Ashes in our hands Rest your head against mine..