The Woods

Silver slithers of moving streams Moon shadows creeping through these leaves We fall fleet footed, bolting off Brisk walker please can we talk I'm scared of losing you In the wild I cannot rescue you Before the night Thick green wilderness I'm too far Reaching out above The tree line Gripping summer with hands entwined It's hard not knowing It's what's left behind Climbing ladders to leave the ground I'm scared of losing you In the wild I cannot rescue you Before the night Thick green wilderness I'm too far Reaching out above The tree line I cannot rescue you I'm scared of losing you I cannot rescue you I'm scared of losing you In the wild And it's dense in these woods And it's dense in these woods