The Woods Songtext
von Drenge
The Woods Songtext
Take a walk in the woods
I′ve got a rasping in my chest
My memory's kind-
a blurry like a VHS
If we fought last night
I can′t remember anything you said
Just the sound of your voice
And a ringing in my head
And lead us not into temptation
But deliver us from evil
This is the font
And this is the aisle
This is the casket
And this is the steeple
Burn my body by the banks of the Derwent
And it wouldn't be anything at all
Nothing's sacred
Nothing′s special
To you
Take me dancing
Or drive me around the block
Play me scratched-
CDs that never work
I remember you lighting up
And I remember you acting tough
Can′t remember anything you said
And lead us not into temptation
But deliver us from evil
This is the font and
This is the aisle
This is the casket
And this is the steeple
Burn my body by the banks of the Derwent
And it wouldn't be anything at all
Nothing′s sacred
Nothing's special
To you
And lead us not into temptation
But deliver us from evil
This is the font and
This is the aisle
This is the casket
And this is the steeple
Burn my body by the banks of the Derwent
And it wouldn′t be anything at all
Nothing's sacred
Nothing′s special
To you
I′ve got a rasping in my chest
My memory's kind-
a blurry like a VHS
If we fought last night
I can′t remember anything you said
Just the sound of your voice
And a ringing in my head
And lead us not into temptation
But deliver us from evil
This is the font
And this is the aisle
This is the casket
And this is the steeple
Burn my body by the banks of the Derwent
And it wouldn't be anything at all
Nothing's sacred
Nothing′s special
To you
Take me dancing
Or drive me around the block
Play me scratched-
CDs that never work
I remember you lighting up
And I remember you acting tough
Can′t remember anything you said
And lead us not into temptation
But deliver us from evil
This is the font and
This is the aisle
This is the casket
And this is the steeple
Burn my body by the banks of the Derwent
And it wouldn't be anything at all
Nothing′s sacred
Nothing's special
To you
And lead us not into temptation
But deliver us from evil
This is the font and
This is the aisle
This is the casket
And this is the steeple
Burn my body by the banks of the Derwent
And it wouldn′t be anything at all
Nothing's sacred
Nothing′s special
To you
Writer(s): Rory Francis Loveless, Eoin George Loveless Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com