The way through the woods

Hot the road through the woods seventy hours ago
Whether and when how I’ve done it again and now you would never know
There was once a road through the woods before they planted the trees
It is on beneath the compass and he found the thin and never peace

Only the keeper sees the twine beyond the window roots
And the patrons roll at ease
There was once a wall
Through the woods

Yet if you enter the woods of the summer evening lengths
When the night had coals on the charging bulls
Where the author whistles his mates

If you left me in the woods
You constantly seem so few
You will hear the beat of a horse’s feet
And the swish of a skelet in the tube

Stanley can’t talk in flu
The mist is southern choose
As though the perfectly new
We’re all lost once through the woods
The way is so long through the woods

If you left me in the woods
You constantly seem so few
If you left me in the woods
You constantly seem so few
You constantly seem so few
If you left me in the woods
If you left me in the woods
You constantly seem so few