Through The Woods (The Phoenix Foundation)

Through the woods in to the clear I will take you there, my dear Make paper planes from out of the fear And let them fly away And I will hold you in my arms But charmless arms can sound alarms And harm is only an arms length away And something snaps and life dissolves In the furthest of your mind’s resolve You’re on the dark side you’re on the dark side You’re on the dark side of me Through the woods in to the clear I will take you there, my dear Make paper planes from out of the fear And let them fly away You’re on the dark side You’re on the dark side You’re on the dark side of me You’re on the dark side You’re on the dark side You’re on the dark side again You’re on the dark side You’re on the dark side You’re on the dark side of me You’re on the dark side You’re on the dark side You’re on the dark side of again