The Woodpile

Far from the electric floor Removed from the red meat market I look for a fire door An escape from the drums and barking Bereft of all social charms I'm struck dumb by the hand of fear I've fallen into the corner's arms Same way that I've done for years I'm trapped in a collapsing building Come find me now, we'll hideout We'll speak in our secret tongues Will you come back to my corner? Spent too long alone tonight Would you come and brighten my corner? A lit torch to the woodpile high Dead wood waits to ignite There's no spark on a dampened floor A snapped limb in an unlit fire Won't you come and break down this door? I'm trapped in an abandoned building Come find me now, we'll hideout We'll speak in our secret tongues Will you come back to my corner? Spent too long alone tonight Would you come and brighten corner? A lit torch to the woodpile high Will you come back to my corner? Spent too long alone tonight Would you come and brighten my corner? A lit torch to the woodpile high Will you come back to my corner? Spent too long alone tonight Would you come and brighten my corner? A lit torch to the woodpile Come find me now, we'll hideout We'll speak in our secret tongues