Sideroad - The Glade lyrics

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...