Woodfall - Venerea

Youth went by on our backs, morals intact, we were never ganna crack

Spread-eagled, but never once looking back

When we were young we were chasing the sun

Always busy in our quest for fun, but now the race is run

The sun has gone black & we’re chasing the moon like moths to a flame

Now that your goal’s obscured, where d’you aim?

Running without vision in all the wrong directions

Hitting wall after wall, taking a short cut home

Sometimes we talked about that other world you tried so hard to see

But you never saw the ocean behind all them christmas trees

Running without vision in all the wrong directions

Hitting wall after wall, then turn & run

You were the one to lose the race, you were the one to fall from grace