lost in the woods
afghan whigs, the
i'll have you know i've come to see you die
before you betray yourself
sitting outside in the cold
i can see that you're not alone
that's vanity swallowing you
soon she'll be picking her teeth
'til i know what i need to know
fear has a mind of its own
and i see how it waited for you
and i see how it baited the hook
now you're gone and you ain't coming back
sitting outside in the cold
i can see that you're not alone
unknown with a need to know
a throne in a room with a view
but you're lost in the woods