Texty:
Matt Pond Pa The Green Fury

i got lost in a part of the woods far from another cut the line between light and the good out of color when we breathe we can see the stare seems you

the warmth has you taking off your coat in the darkness behind the greens and gold there's always things you wish you hadn't done there's always things

the ghost of the ghost barely exists but he knows what he knows and he wants to be sure that you see him he was alive when he slept with the snow now

cut from the window pane over my bed out to the winter trails and where they have led *i've seen a few things going by and i still wonder why it becomes

each mark in softer ground leads to another one follow them down to the neighbor's new yard stealing by eyes through the windows and back again giving

those sailors came again tonight they measured everything in sight they took the last peace of my mind i'm fading back into the sea you won't even hear

have all gone dry turned down the fire when we waved in the dusk promise the bite fills our stomachs with rust I caught you down, way down in the field Green

to stand alone i can't see forever, where will I go *i'll stop thinking - i will be ordinary your laughter kills me you can't hurt me that won't matter