Step lightly on the ground, we jog but we don't make a sound.
Dressed for the weather we're wearing thick, full sweaters.
Arpeggio on the strings that tie my thoughts to me.
Running deeper in the woods, treading blood on our feet.
We got nowhere else to be.
Creepin' around before it gets dark and we can't find our way back.
There we were, caught burying the body, we asked you to lie.
Tell me a child is born in the place of the former one.
I cannot explain my recent tame and sane reaction.
Hiding things from myself, are you really leaving for New York without me?
We march fools in fives and we dance all night.