We went the two of us into The woods behind the little school Two went in and one came home We didn't go in there along. Your eyes were lovely as you danced with centipedes and little ants we built a fort of lovers' teeth and some of mother's sheets I was a boy and I was good But there are witches in these woods. They followed us into the trees wearing crowns of twigs and leaves you and I were in the mud And painted ourselves with spiders blood your eyes were lovely, dark and dancing pulling legs off salamaders a little creature you once spun to skin and bones and brains and blood while witches they surrounded us I was a boy and I was good but there are witches in these woods. The nights are lovely, dark and deep But I'll appear when you're asleep You'll wake up with a sudden hurt With mouth and lungs all full of dirt We went the two of us into The woods behind the little school Yet I'm still buried in the mud Skin and bones and brains and bloodTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
