Spook in the Woods Video (MV)

Is it all of your own making
Is it by design
Will ham-fisting your heart
Really make it start
Will levelling the new shoots help
Aren't the care-takers friendly
You are the one weeping
You are the spook in the woods
Yours are the feverish eyes
Little radical, it's you who cries
When you cannot get the leech off
Without salt
Or fire
When you learn it does not burrow
Out of love
But survival
But you are not there yet
You are deep in the woods
In a house made of hide
Lit from within
You are desperate for wisdom
What prowls the perimeter
What noses the wind
What stops, stalk-still
Ancient and grim
What must you keep from getting in
Who must you not let in