Through the Woods - The Phoenix Foundation

Through the woods into the clear

I will take you there my dear

Make paper planes from out of the fear

And let them fly away

And I will hold you in my arms

But charmless arms can sound alarms

And harm is only an arms length away

And something snaps and life dissolves

In the furthest of your mind’s resolve

You’re on the dark side

You’re on the dark side

You’re on the dark side of me Through the woods into the clear

I will take you there my dear

Make paper planes from out of the fear

And let them fly away