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 30 degrees
200 years have disappeared
and yet the pipe smoke lingers
fog creeps in
and the temperature drops about 30 degrees
200 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
200 years have disappeared
and yet the pipe smoke lingers
a punch in the gut
if their intentions have not been made clear
200 years have disappeared
and yet the pipe smoke lingers here
don't let them see you
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
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 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