Set the Woods On Fire

We make things better, we make things hard

A shelter of sorrow grows in the dark

Oh, how long must the soul survive

Under the weight of these haunted pines?Set the woods on fire

Set the woods on fire, nowLike Randall Adams and the thin blue line

You're not guilty but you're doing time

Oh, how long must the soul endure

To find that silence is all you get for yours?Set the woods on fire

Set the woods on fire, nowWe make things better, we make things hard

We make things better, we make things hard, no

Oh, how high will the flames reach?

Behind every tree is just another dreamSet the woods on fire

Set the woods on fire

Set the woods on fire

Set the woods on fire, now