Deep down I know what I'm searching to find I race through the trees but there's nowhere to hide I follow the scent but it all smells like pine I look hard for the truth, but then lock it outside.
I leave it shaking, shivering, cold on a mountain top where the four winds blow Until I start drinking; warm, inside, alone then I'll unlock the door, invite truth to come over.
"You can't stay for long", but he takes a seat and comfortably downs a large gulp of my drink. My lips to his neck and his tongue to my mouth, in the thick of it all, it all somehow comes out
What I want, what I need Things that I couldn't see Things I ran from, tripped up on so frequently Labelled them nightmares, just too scared to dream; I learned to stop running when truth came to me.