HIM:
A road winds through the woods and through time – I guess they never built it right
Any house that you’ll pass by hasn’t seen new paint for more than one decade
They forgot about the place and left it like this
A good place you can go to get rid of all you know
THEY BOTH:
I haven’t smelled the coal in the air
the beaten ghost of fear
And I haven’t seen the stars for a year
how bright they are over here
HER:
Be careful when you drive on that old crooked road through the woods
Have a map on the seat – there’s neither lights nor signs on the streets
and the deer behind the bends are stubbornly blind
This house here is waiting for you to come in time
THEY BOTH:
I haven’t smelled the coal, the beaten ghost of fear
And I haven’t seen the stars – how bright they are over here
The ivy in your garden seems to grow to hide the world
And the tea beneath your porch tastes like stories from your wild and wicked times
And the clouds over your roof seem to cry, for they cannot stay
The stream behind the hedge picks up courage on its way