The Woods

Take a walk in the woods, I've got a rasping in my chest My memory's kinda, blurry like a VHS If we fought last night, I can't remember anything you said Just the sound of your voice, and a ringing in my head And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil This is the font and this is the aisle This is the casket, and this is the steeple Burn my body by the banks of the Derwent And it won't mean anything at all Nothing's sacred, nothing's special To you Take me dancing, or drive me round the block Play me scratched, CDs that never work I remember you lighting up, and I remember you acting tough I can't remember anything you said And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil This is the font and this is the aisle This is the casket, and this is the steeple Burn my body by the banks of the Derwent And it won't mean anything at all Nothing's sacred, nothing's special To you And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil This is the font and this is the aisle This is the casket, and this is the steeple Burn my body by the banks of the Derwent And it won't mean anything at all Nothing's sacred, nothing's special To you