They're still out here
Amongst the trees
They're still out here
Amongst the trees
"Don't let them see you!"
"Don't let them see you!"
The fog rolls in
And the temperature drops about thirty degrees
Two hundred years have disappeared
And yet the pipe smoke lingers
The fog creeps in
And the temperature drops about thirty degrees
Two hundred years have disappeared
And yet the pipe smoke lingers here
For if you make a sound
Or you turn around
They will be gone
They will be gone
And if you choose to run
You'll see their blinking eyes
And know your time has come
You might be wrong
"Don't let them see you!"
A splash of gin
To let them know that you are here
Two hundred years have disappeared
And yet the pipe smoke lingers
A punch in the gut
If their intentions have not been made clear
Two hundred years have disappeared
And yet the pipe smoke lingers here
"Don't let them see you!"
Don't ever let them see you
Don't ever let them see you
You might be wrong
You might be crazy
They're still out here
Amongst the trees
They're still out here
Amongst the trees
"Don't let them see you!"
"Don't let them see you!"
"Don't let them see you!"