What he called “fire”, I called “housework”
What he called “song”, I called “unheard”
What he called “heat” wasn't enough for me
What he called “thread” wasn't what I said
I am trying to say what I mean
But this humiliating sobriety is making it hard to come clean
I am left with only debris
If I walk the wood, do you follow?
If I walk the wood, will you follow?
If I walk the wood, do you follow?
If I walk the wood, will you follow?