Ed Harcourt
Ed Harcourt
Ed Harcourt
Ed Harcourt
Ed Harcourt
Ed Harcourt
Ed Harcourt
Ed Harcourt
Ed Harcourt
Ed Harcourt
Ed Harcourt
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There is something in the blackwoods
Going in cannot be good
All these branches pull me in
Notify my next of kin
I smell the death tonight
It makes me feel so scared, uneasy
The darkness blinds the sight
There's something mighty dark in this wood
Everybody has gone home
I can hear the demons come
I smell the death tonight
It makes me feel so scared, uneasy
The darkness blinds the sight
There's something mighty dark in this wood
I have come to far and there is no way I can go back
People tell me I should live my life wanting to attack
But I don't know if I can manage hurting anybody
I'm so scared of all these trees that move around to hug me
I smell the death tonight
It makes me feel so scared, uneasy
The darkness blinds the sight
There's something mighty dark in this wood
I have come to far and there is no way I can go back
People tell me I should live my life wanting to attack
But I don't know if I can manage hurting anybody
I'm so scared of all these trees that move around to hug me
Blackwoods Back Home was written by Ed Harcourt.