Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Woods , by - The Rosebuds. Song from the album Loud Planes Fly Low, in the genre АльтернативаRelease date: 06.06.2011
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Woods |
| Ceramic lights, is this television, is this first ideas |
| Laughter hangs from spindled towers, perception makes it real |
| And blankets devour, autumn stretches, on a hill up high |
| Say don’t you wait for me to give up on my side |
| Holding the lights, everyone is burning down the pines |
| There’s nowhere to hide, everyone out here is so high |
| Oh, good god |
| Insides lit up with constellations, reflect teeming eyes |
| And all the sounds for newborn ears, fresh, noisy and alive |
| No don’t you wait for me, no don’t you wait, no don’t you wait for me |
| No, you can’t burn what is already on fire |
| Holding the lights, everyone is burning down the pines |
| There’s nowhere to hide, everyone out here is so high |
| Oh, good god |
| If there’s a softness left then it’s down deep |
| Sleeping in the mines |
| And to get to it would stir the sticking fits |
| From where they now reside |
| The smallness is the comfort between us |
| But experience makes us mean |
| And I know I know, I know, I know |
| This is where the woods will take you |
| Holding the lights, everyone is burning down the pines |
| There’s nowhere to hide, everyone out here is so high |
| Oh, good god |
| Holding the lights, everyone is burning down the pines |
| There’s nowhere to hide, everyone out here is so high |
| Oh, good god |