I put my head on a hymn book and fell asleep.
In the nosebleed pews it was too dark to speak.
There was a man spitting fire whose words were familiar to me.
He said "friends drag me outta here. Pull this feeling from me."

So I spent some time in the woods. They were dark. They were deep.
Longed to come home to you. Lay my lips down to sleep.
But I got lost, or was it found, I was running down a dream.
It was hard to explain all the pain that was running through me.

This is something I am sure will be so hard to endure.
And how that whispered breath would grow to get so loud.
I try to work as hard as you, hoping that it will cut through, to make you feel so loved and so proud.
And now I'm waiting for some strength, something remarkable to change, just like those leaves that turn to gold are then set free.
Oh it was hard to explain all the pain that was running through me.
Yes it was hard to explain all the pain that was running through me.
Yes it was hard to explain all the pain that was running through me.
On those nights in the woods, they were dark and they were deep.