Tress and Hills

Cut away from the shouts and yells,
just leave the door unlocked,
come inside when their all outside,
I'll keep us sane in here.
Throw away all the shit you hear,
no one sees you run around,
in the dark through the trees and hills.
I'll show up fashionably late again.
Race around,
make tidal waves,
so absurd,
the turns make you vomit.
So now I'm lying here for you,
patient and seductive.
Not now,
write me some other time,
play me another tune.
Stop here,
I'll walk myself back home,
I'll walk myself back home,
I'll walk.