Elmwood Tales - The Field Tapes

Light up my lantern, I'll cut you a path, We've walked for hours and it's getting dark We left the roadside in search of aid, Wind-screen shattered and tire marks made I've never seen someone bleeding like this, Rip off your sleeve and clench your wrist I'll light the stove and sit by the hearth, Orangey glow light the wintry dark We kept her bedroom exactly the same, Winters they followed and Summers they came He'd bash around, banging down on the floor I sit alone with an eye on the door Stop in this clearing, we'll stay here tonight Press up against me, I'll hold you so tight I got these matches, we'll let off some smoke And maybe they'll see us and maybe they won't Blanket of leaves hide the light from the stars, I'll lie awake listening out for cars He stares through curtains when he talks to the night, I sit and listen for tires on the drive I keep on waiting and he keep on talking Just stop him talking, please stop him talking No, give me silence Give me silence, Give me silence Oh, no...