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