Clangour And Flutes Lyrics - Singles - Sin Fang Bous

Eat the young, taste the blood 

They don't know a thing about us 

Shake their bones, throw them out 

We make something new out of things lost 

I will be the lumberjack and you will be the tree 

If you go chasing rabbits and you know you've gone too far 

The lines in your hands are the map to show you where you are 

I will be the boat and you will be the sea 

And if you would find feelings where should be none 

Bury them deep before you do something that can't be undone 

I will be the fire and you will be the home 

Any fluke just might damn off the look those eyes will see 

A cold wind's blowing, the cold wind that came with me 

I will be the forest and you will be the dead tree 

Eat the young, taste the blood 

Stab the night with water knives 

Shake their bones let them know that there are rodents in their eyes 

I will be the lumberjack and you will be the tree