Paper Bird - These Are The Woods lyrics

These are the woods
Where they lie down our dead bodies
Where they'll feed the soil with our lives

These are the woods the woods of our stories
Where the man buried his wife

And I don't wanna talk any more about
Legends so scary they could eventually
Come true

'Cause these are the woods
The woods that remembеr
Those who walk through

These arе the woods
They own everything that ever
Was mine: your head
Do you feel, do you feel it grow?

These are the woods
The secret army of millions who are sick
And part of the parade, part of the show

Dear brother, dear sister
You'll bury me underneath those trees
Where I won't scream, nor dream

'Cause these are the woods
That have their own conscience
That will do whatever they want with you