I have left my winter woods.
I feel lost and confused-
The scars still tingling on my skin.
Now I’m in a new cold wood.
It doesn’t feel the same.
It is bright and cheerful,
But it does not feel like home.
I’m supposed to be here,
To be happy in a new frost.
I miss my winter woods.
I Will Follow You Into The Dark – Death Cab for Cutie