I'm running from a fear

there's a huntsman here

Running both my eyes

I'm seeing lies



I never want to play,

never want to touch

Never want to be afraid of

never being high on the hill



There being none here rare

So being oh so beautiful



Half way half inside the woods

Half my head is wood

gone for good gone bad



I'm grinning, grinning down a grade

Grinning ring ring ringing

my winning roots aside



See I know why I do it now

I do it now

Now

I'm on my feet looking back

Forward looking back

Back track