The Woods
We went, the two of us in two
The woods behind the little school
Two went in and one came home
We didn't go in there alone
Your eyes were lovely as you danced
With centipedes and little ants
We built a fort of lover's teeth
And some of mother's sheets
I was a boy and I was good
But there are witches in these woods
They followed us into the trees
Wearing crowns of twigs and leaves
You and I were in the mud
And paint ourselves with spider's blood
Your eyes are lovely, dark and dense
Pulling legs off salamanders
Little creature you unspun
The skin and bones and brains and blood
While witches they surrounded us
The nights are lovely, dark and deep
But I'll appear when you're asleep
You'll wake up with a sudden hurt
Your mouth and nose all full of dirt
We went, the two of us in two
The woods behind the little school
Yeah, I'm still buried in the mud
Skin and bones and brains and blood