Devil in the Woods

Two great people that we could have been

Late one night on a river of sin

We set out to locate them alone

Digging your way out

Digging your way out

Digging your way out

You're scratching me all up

Devil in the woods

Trash in the basement

Cats in the alley

And the signs are pointing nowhere

Digging your way out

Digging your way out

Digging your way out

You're scratching me all up

Well I've seen true love before

On the balconies

In the corridors

I've heard love made through apartment floors

In the town where I grew up

Behind your eyes

Under your skin

Mixed in your blood

Where does it come from

Where does it go