Furnace Woods

I will hold a place for you

All alone to see it through

And all these feelings are meant to grow

Inside our bodies, inside our bones

Some run away

I am a mountain a few yards away

You are the road

That bridges the waters and keeps me from cold

I will hold, oh

And I will hold a place for

You all alone to see it through

And all of these feelings

Are meant to grow, are meant to grow

And I will hold a place for

You all alone to see it through

And all of these feelings

Are meant to grow, are meant to grow