Johanna Warren - Woods | Текст песни

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Lost in the woods,
with every step I took
I felt you there with me

I raised your kiss
to my thirsty lips
and laughed as it ran down my throat

I'll never forget
the Payne's grey day we met:
a dove with a bell in its beak

A strange, ancient song
that blossomed on my tongue
led me to a hidden stream

A cold, fickle breeze
knocked me to my knees
and the salt on my skin turned to smoke

But the memory still lingers
in the valleys of my fingers:
a cut paper heart, a broken bell

So I raised my hood
and walked into the woods
to gather flowers in a basket to bring home