Get Out Of The Woods

(альбом: The Price Of Salt - 2021)

Get out of the woods, goddamnit
This is my happy place
Following nervous nature
Right down to the boulevard

I'll never be altogether
Again, there's that book I read
Get out of the woods, goddamnit
The krummholz is just in sight

Get out of the woods, goddamnit
The heartbreak is palpable
I'll never be excommunicated
As long as I keep my head

And I will be yours
Every dead and darkening day
And I will ignore
Every thought that gets in the way
Illuminate the things we can't quite say

Get out of the woods, goddamnit
These beatings, we must survive
Too much overanalyzing
Return to elusive grey

Get out of the woods, goddamnit
Like stardust, et sacré bleu
In following intuition
The dead weight gets left behind

Get of the woods, goddamnit
The tree line is just in sight
Get of the woods, goddamnit
The tree line is just in sight

Scratching that itch
I'm sick of the mystic convalescent questions
We used to breathe in uncomfortable things
Because we were too afraid of what our feelings might bring
When all of your favorite analogies are rooted in fallacy
How could anything make less sense?
Seems like illusions often linger
S-s-s-snapping me out of sync on this uncomfortable ride
Drinking strychnine and hoping, "Just keep me alive"
I fished a sad sick song of recovery out of hypocrisy
While collecting bones
Flip me a couple of pills to get over the hill
All these feelings gone sideways, you try to refill
If the shadowy mitten fits well, take it off
And chuck it over the bridge
We can always get lost, we can sometimes be found
Like the scatter of seed spent on infertile ground
You're not waving at all, I'm still staring goodbye
I'm a memory, sober me up
Sh-sh-sh-shoulder the weight of everything that made us
We gotta form our own collective point of view
You used to live like you had nothing to prove
Now you're upended in an instant by imagining moves
Closing my mind, swimming in what I lack, I guess I'll
Just wait around till that knife hits my back