Tightly Bound

Take me to the valley of the shadow of death Totally surrounded by the thickest thorns you get Earth is feeling crusty and cold beneath my feet The thumping sound of fiery dragons Creatures and flying daggers Oh, let gets out of here Oh, and let us bury I fears Run, run away, I've got nothing to say Deeper in the forest I take time to recollect I count the fingers that I haven't burnt yet Seek and you shall find But seek the things you need Stop being so melodramatic Make things More cinematic Oh, let gets out of here Oh, and let us bury I fears Face, face the drought You will eventually sprout Cautiously approaching a neutral peace of mind Gone are the things that always seem to have us blind No sowing with tears for you to reap with joy I see a house by the river Mountains and coldish weather When your hands are tightly bound And there's a shadow that shrouds Just hang on tight And be rewarded with light When your hands are tightly bound And there's a shadow that shrouds Just hang on tight And be rewarded with light Oooo La-da, da-ta ratata Lata da-te La-da, ta da whoo la da-ta da-te Laay