The Woods

Silver slithers of moving streams
Moon shadows creeping through these leaves
We fall fleet footed, bolting off
Brisk walker please can we talk

I'm scared of losing you
In the wild
I cannot rescue you
Before the night
Thick green wilderness
I'm too far
Reaching out above
The tree line

Gripping summer with hands entwined
It's hard not knowing
It's what's left behind
Climbing ladders to leave the ground

I'm scared of losing you
In the wild
I cannot rescue you
Before the night
Thick green wilderness
I'm too far
Reaching out above
The tree line

I cannot rescue you
I'm scared of losing you
I cannot rescue you
I'm scared of losing you
In the wild

And it's dense in these woods
And it's dense in these woods