oh magic of the woods. sweet solitude.
let me lay my head down in your rusty bed and dress me in cobblewebs and moonbeams
so that when I dance at night, I'll be a will-o'-whisp to all those watching.
deer eyes and lightening with thunderstorm drums and all those pins and needles.
grant me three wishes and I'll keep them all to myself.
in our own séance we'll see the meaning of it all and if you make me a songbird, I'll go and tell the world.