The Goblin Market - First Love lyrics

Down through the wood Just out of sight Through the insects and animals In the weird summer light Down toward the water Through the bamboo Where yellow eyes Are waiting for you It's cold in the gra** And slithering there You're eleven years old And gasping for air that won't come Down by the river Impossibly thin He leads you under the bridge To cleanse away your sin He leads you under the bridge To the secret place Washes the sweat the stickiness Off of your face And he's holding you down His hands in your hair Your arms swinging wild You're craving the air that won't come