What wonderful strides with these legs
What a taste on these on lips
With these ears I hear a thousand sirens sing

Just a bit further
This skin It wears so well
With each step loosing wool
Be weary of the woods (no)
Be weary of the woods

This pasture is much too bright
I need to shield these eyes and make my way to the shade
Make a line for the trees

The only sing
To burn the forest down burn It down [bad word] one come all and bring what you've been fleeting from [bad word] home come [bad word] as you are and know you are loved
We wait with grace while you flee the sun

I heard the sheep cry out like wolves

Bring me to heard
I've been cold wandering alone leave me alone [bad word] one come all and bring what you've been fleeting from [bad word] home come [bad word] as you are and know you are loved
We wait with grace while you flee the sun
We wait with grace as you flee the sun
Spoonagain gotcha [bad word] home come [bad word] home my love

I heard the sirens cry
When their voice fell on deaf ears
While sheep they sang as one hallelujah