Burn It Down

Written by: Robby Rothschild

Burn it down, burn it down
the woods are silent all around
except that old crying sound inside you.
Soon the light will be gone,
the trees are swallowing the sun.
The days are short, the shadows long behind you.

Don’t hide when the light’s in your eyes,
it’s then like the moon that you shine.

Heard a sound, heard a sound
voices talking, no one around,
and now the night is coming down around you.
So light a fire in the stove
with deadfall from the apple grove,
feel the warmth and see the glow surround you.

Don’t hide when the light’s in your eyes,
it’s then like the moon that you shine.
From under the ashes you’ll rise.

The light is long, time to go,
shelter in the town below
and now the wind will sing the snow, it’s time to go.
So burn it down, burn it down,
pull your roots up from the ground.
Not a trace will be found, burn it down, burn it down.

The more I see, the less I know,
It’s from the ground the seeds will grow.
And now the wind will sing the snow.
The light is long, it’s time to go.