Woods
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Lyrics
Lost in the woods With every step I took I felt you there with me I raised your kiss To my thirsty lips And laughed as it ran down my throat I'll never forget The Payne's grey day we met A dove with a bell in its beak A strange, ancient song That blossomed on my tongue Led me to a hidden stream A cold, fickle breeze Knocked me to my knees And the salt on my skin turned to smoke But the memory still lingers In the valleys of my fingers A cut paper bird, a broken bell So I raised my hood And walked into the woods To gather flowers in a basket to bring home To gather flowers in a basket to bring home
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Song Details
- Duration
- 03:46
- Key
- 9
- Tempo
- 96 BPM