Out of the Wind - The Man-Eating Tree

Now and again

Would come the invisible

Out of the nether in

Her finest dress

Breaking free to haunt haunt

The eyes that saw

Then silver wires

Hung in the haze

Skin and frail bones

Hung in the night

Hunger for the marvel

And worship of the fright

As long as it's safer for us

That was for her

Haunting softly

Like daytime radio

Then silver wires

Hung in the haze

Skin and frail bones

Hung in the night

Carrying a song he sings

For the woods

Led her out of the wind

And off into the smoke

Led her out of the wind

For the brandy and wine

Led her out of the wind

If only my bones wouldn't

Begin so much to feel it

Led her out of the wind

And off into the smoke

Off into the smoke

Off into the smoke

Then silver wires

Hung in the haze

Skin and frail bones

Hung in the night

Then silver wires

Hung in the haze

Skin and frail bones

Hung in the night