Into the woods, of my life i wonder
I am the elk, and you are the hunter
You follow my trails, into the clearing
My head on your wall, it must be thrilling
Brief desolation, means you are flawless
Hard times intone, the beauty of solace
Behind blue hearts, there is no glory
But this is an old, abject understory
Into the forest, of your soul I hover
You are the deer, and i am the hunter
I follow your blood, into the glade
Don't worry my love, the pain will fade
Behind blue hearts, there is no glory
But this is an old...