Woodland Dreamland

The firewood was waterlogged,
and I couldn't get it lit.
I knew what I had to do,
but I couldn't manage to do it.
I had to let the kindling dry,
had to let the disappointment cry
itself out from my eyes.
I tried reality and it wasn't for me.
Give me back my woodland, my dreamland.

I've locked myself away
trying to get my head on straight.
Open the windows, open the gates.
Autumn's coming soon.
It's time for a bonfire
under the Harvest Moon.