She's deep in the woods now As the final rays retract And over her shoulder there is nothing but her tracks Gathers and places A spark grows bigger Calming all the choices we made Of all the strings we never played And all we do in the dark We can be whomever we need to be The things we do in the dark We will have a sacred place where we can always lay down our weights Hey little father I reckon there's a place for you awake And over the highlands I reckon there's a space to turn away Gathers and places A spark grows bigger Calming all the choices we made Of all the strings we never played And all we do in the dark We can be whomever we need to be The things we do in the dark We will have a sacred place where we can always lay down our weights Where we can always lay down our weights