Solanaceae ~ I Saw Her Through The Pines

Solanaceae (2009) A maiden through the pines Away, away she ran And saw herself laid out Upon the moss and stone They want to hold her hand They want to reach inside So deep inside deep inside I saw her through the pines Soon the horned one goes Deep, deep into the pines And sounds of hooves on stone Are carried on the wind He wants to hold your hand He wants to reach inside So deep inside deep inside I saw him through the pines