Out of the Wind - The Man-Eating Tree
Now and again
Would come the invisible
Out of the nether in
Her finest dress
Breaking free to haunt haunt
The eyes that saw
Then silver wires
Hung in the haze
Skin and frail bones
Hung in the night
Hunger for the marvel
And worship of the fright
As long as it's safer for us
That was for her
Haunting softly
Like daytime radio
Then silver wires
Hung in the haze
Skin and frail bones
Hung in the night
Carrying a song he sings
For the woods
Led her out of the wind
And off into the smoke
Led her out of the wind
For the brandy and wine
Led her out of the wind
If only my bones wouldn't
Begin so much to feel it
Led her out of the wind
And off into the smoke
Off into the smoke
Off into the smoke
Then silver wires
Hung in the haze
Skin and frail bones
Hung in the night
Then silver wires
Hung in the haze
Skin and frail bones
Hung in the night
