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

Struck dumb by the hand of fear

I fall into the corner's arms

Same way that I've done for years

I'm trapped in a collapsing building

Come find me now, where I hide and

We'll speak in our secret tongues

Will you come back to my corner?

Spent too long alone tonight

Would you come brighten my corner?

A lit torch to the woodpile, aye

Dead wood waits to ignite

There's no spark on a dampened floor

A snapped limb in an unlit pyre

Won't you come and break down this door?

I'm trapped in an abandoned building

Come find me now, where I hide and

We'll speak in our secret tongues

Will you come back to my corner?

Spent too long alone tonight

Would you come brighten my corner?

A lit torch to the woodpile, aye

Will you come back to my corner?

Spent too long alone tonight

Would you come brighten my corner?

A lit torch to the woodpile, aye

Will you come back to my corner?

Spent too long alone tonight

Would you come brighten my corner?

A lit torch to the woodpile

Come find me now, where I hide and

We'll speak in our secret tongues