Do you remember the day you got lost in the woods?
My dear, as night fell down you fell asleep against the trees
Oh your feet so tender, crossing through the pines
Underneath the leaves there are poems for your ankles
Underneath the leaves there are poems of your ankles
You came here just to meet me
You came here just to meet me
And left while god was sleeping
The devil was on his way (yes he was)
I fell with knees to the floor, feeling the ground with my hands
I was looking for the pages of my book, torned apart
I held a candle to your face
So I could see if your hear had changed
Then I turned to the road
And went on my way
You came here just to meet me
You came here just to meet me
And left while god was sleeping
The devil was on his way (yes he was, on his way)