I Saw Them Through The Pines / They Only Walk On Moss - Solanaceae

I saw them through the pines

In procession through the woods

They only walk on moss

Their auras made of moths

They want to hold your hand

They want to reach inside

So deep inside

Deep inside

I saw them through the pines

I saw them through the pines

Clouds have blocked the sun

Birds and beast draw back

Deep into the woods

Workings of their will has commenced

They want to hold your hand

They want to creep inside

So deep inside

Deep deep deep inside

I saw them through the pines

I saw them through the pines