We make things better
We make things hard
A shelter of sorrow grows in the dark
Oh, how long must the soul survive
under the weight of these haunted pines
Set the woods on fire
Set the woods on fire, now
Like (?)
And the thin blue line
You're not guilty
but you're doing time
Oh, how long must the soul endure
to find silences (?)
Set the woods on fire
Set the woods on fire, now
We make things better
We make things hard
We make things better
We make things hard
Oh, how high will the flames reach
behind every tree is just another dream
Set the woods on fire
Set the woods on fire
Set the woods on fire
Set the woods on fire, now