Lying to yourself and telling the world that you're fine
Held like a captive entrapped by the wounds of the vines
Seeing reflections of someone you don’t recognize
These roots run deep
If the woods could speak

Caledonia Caledonia

Climbing the hill tops
And following overgrown tracks
Each turn you take brings another old memory back
Weak in the knee’s as the light through the leaves
All goes black
These roots run deep
If the woods could speak

Caledonia Caledonia
You walk through the beauty
The scars still remain
Caledonia

It’s the smell of the earth
It’s the sound of birds
It’s the way that the branches they sway back and forth
You walk through the beauty
The pain just gets worse

You walk through the beauty
You’re under its curse
Caledonia