The Woods - Christian Kjellvander

Oh, into the woods I go

These trees have seen more shit

Than better folks I’ve met

'Cause we dream in these words

Make love on different terms

Bathed in blood, bathed in blood

Bathed in blood

The woods in this stall

Unnerved, comfortable

When I lay in gloom

They’re on back there

We dream in these words

Make love just taking turns

Bathed in blood, bathed in blood

Bathed in blood

Oh, dream in these words

Make love to no avail

Oh, what’s left of the fire

They fire down the trail

Blood, blood, blood, blood

Blood, oh, blood, blood, blood