I dream I move out into the woods,
and it gives me the things the world never could.
I sit there, my man and I,
between the shadows of the trees,
far away from a world,
that never will be pleased.

The worries I have faced,
the troubles I've been through.
What brings me here,
doing the things I tell myself I must do.

All the crosses I have bared,
and the love that I have lost;
just because I've been scared.

All these rules, I tell myself I must live by,
are they the things that keep me lonely,
or are they the things that keep me alive?