[ Featuring Led to the Woods ]
I dare to unearth your motives
My best interest at heart
I'll never know if it was too much
But it was too late
I fled the scene, your body
Drawn in white silhouette
Saving my eyes from your choices
Clinical white box closing in
Wraith
Conflicting answers
To questions I never asked
Your final peace,
The salt that stole my drowning eyes
Hoisted sails without a compass
As the timbre of your voices
Fades into whistling leaves
Your wraith gently guides
These broken hands
