Lirieke:
Herman Düne They Go To The Woods

of us Don?t see much I look around Some things just Don?t match The sound of the shotgun The big black eye of a doe They go to the woods and They

: I?ll turn my back on you With no fear or regrets at all I?ll turn my back on you Leave you here on your own By the wall On the day that you choose

of us Don?t see much I look around Some things just Don?t match The sound of the shotgun The big black eye of a doe They go to the woods and They Hound

: I'll pich up all my things with care And leave them in a corner somewhere You can put them all in a sack I'll come back when I come back I have cold

: Don't sleep baby We have coffee, light and candles For the night I will show you What one can do To make blue skies bright Lay your head upon my

Left by The side Of the road Deer wild baby Hit by a car Who will care but me? And I'm not in a car right now Driving fast In that Do I have to drive

She was waiting for someone or something Sitting on the bench In between the 4 towels that I love, And where I go and walk my dog. She had herself a

I see how you look at me And I Don?t understand I have plenty of time when Yours is running fast You?re filled up with ?despise? and ?shame? through

The walking in the cold was like this : Fingers, ears, nose, numb all of them The dirty sidewalk and everything, was a Sign I xould follow and know :