The Woodpile

Far from the electric floor, removed from the red meat market

I looked for a fire door, and escaped from the drums and barking

Bereft of all social charms, i’m struck down by the hand of fear

I’ve fallen to the corner’s arms, same way i, i’ve done for years

I’m trapped in a collapsing building

Come find me now, we’ll hide out

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 eye

Dead wood needs to ignite

There’s no spark on a dampened floor

A snapped limb and an unlit fire

Would you come and break down this door

I’m trapped in an abandoned building

Come find me now, we’ll hide out

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 eye

Will you come back to my corner?

Spent too long alone tonight

Would you come and brighten my corner

A lit torch to the woodṗile eye

We come back to my corner

Spent too long alone tonight

With you coming back to my corner

Lit torch to the woodpile

Come find me now, we’ll hide out

We’ll speak in our secret tongues