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, now
Like 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, now
We 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 dream
Set the woods on fire
Set the woods on fire
Set the woods on fire
Set the woods on fire, now
