The Pessimist Hangs The Optimist - The Woods | Текст песни

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• The Pessimist Hangs The Optimist
• The Woods

you can't help but feeling that something's awry/ once the darkness seeps in through the whites of your eyes/ so you sprint to be saved by the fast fading light/ but the trees stick out their legs and you fall hard into the night/ and when you come to you'll believe you've gone blind/ treetops twisting upwards won't bless you with any trace of the moonlight...