i got lost in a part of the woods

far from another

cut the line between light and the good

out of color


when we breathe

we can see the stare

seems you're not quite there

and we've never done anything wrong


i've betrayed the whole concept of ground

right there for standing

understand though i can't see what's sound

got branches waving


deep in the dark woods

to stand where no one's stood


when we move

we're slow and cold

if we're led then we don't have to think about what we've done


streams come on 

and give all of themselves

i'd like to lie there

that was you in a part of the woods

now we act like strangers