A Part Of The Woods

I got lost in a part of the woods Far from another Cut the line between light and the good Out of color When we breathe We can see the stare Seems you're not quite there And we've never done anything wrong I've betrayed the whole concept of ground Right there for standing Understand though I can't see what's sound Got branches waving Deep in the dark woods To stand where no one's stood When we move We're slow and cold If we're led then we don't Have to think about what we've done Streams come on and give all of themselves I'd like to lie there That was you in a part of the woods Now we act like strangers