The Forest Scares The Hell Out Of Me

The forest scares the hell out of me
There are ghosts in there that tell you ferocious things
And old ladies with toads for pets
Who mumble incantations that make you scream
And I miss the city, the buildings
Where the brick is the only thing that’s exposed
And as long as you don’t fall into the cracks in the road
You’ll make it home
The trees here might be green
But their hearts are black as black can ever be
And birds circle above you waiting for the night to fall
So you can’t see
And I miss the city, the buildings
Where the brick is the only thing that’s exposed
And as long as you don’t fall into the cracks in the road
You’ll make it home