Set The Fire

I'm running from a fear There's a huntsman here Running both my eyes I'm seeing lies I never want to play Never want to touch Never want to be afraid of Never being high on the hill There being none here rare So being oh so beautiful Half way half inside the woods Half my head is wood Gone for good gone bad I'm grinning, grinning down a grade Grinning ring ring ringing My winning roots aside See I know why I do it now I do it now Now I'm on my feet looking back Forward looking back Back track