I went running through the whitewoods outside With your feathers and thorns sticking to my hide Everybody was there in the cold and rain I saw everyone there through the windowpanes
Pull the cord down slow, if you wanna get off Tell it to myself when I'm going too fast But the light is warm beneath the sliding door Yeah the light is warm and you're all next door
Running around in the dark of the whitewoods Animals do anything in the whitewoods We all do what we should
Grey clouds billowing into the sky Pulled out from the station in the dead of night Was I running to or was I running from? Doesn't matter now that I've begun
Running around in the dark of the whitewoods Animals do anything in the whitewoods Running around in the dark of the whitewoods Animals do anything in the whitewoods
