When I was small
We walked down to the lake
And rowed until we couldn't see
And when we reached the shore
We pulled the boat to the trees
And ventured out so quietly
The sun shone down
On empty homes
Arranged around a willow tree
Their window panes
Were splintered in
Their floors were covered in debris
When things are alright
that's when I get afraid
Forever fight or flight
that's the bed I've made
When I was a girl
I'd hide out in the woods
That stretched out behind my home
Deep in the trees
I found a secret place
Cleared around a sitting stone
I'd climb so high
On ancient pines
I'd reach the top and look around
And then one day
The trucks all came
And tore the trees out of the ground
When things are alright
that's when I get afraid
Forever fight or flight
that's the bed I've made