Standing on the edge of a cliff
I start to slip
Don't mind if I slide offNow I feel my mood start to lift
I find my grip
And the screaming fades away belowI grab myself and spin me around
I start to sprint
I climb down to steadier groundIf I could bushwack it on back to the shack
Behind those hills
I'll find the world is finally stillRun through pale dark words to
That sugar shackBreathe warm steam and hide
In that old sugar shack
Boiling heat
Maple steam
Frozen Snow
Then it FlowsWhen you leave
Your maple dream
Wait 'till spring
To go againMosaic of lies
I tried to arrange
In ways that sheltered the blameI thought I might have made off clear
With all of the loot
I plucked and ate all the fruitThen I started hearing the yells
As shattering plates
Drowned out by your slithering stares
I was followed and chased and caught and tied up
By the hate
Right until I made my escapeRun through pale dark words to
That sugar shackBreathe warm steam and hide
In that old sugar shack
