I ran from the start,
I went to far,
Now I need you so much more,
The ghosts that dwell,
Through the ferns and the gloom,
Have made their deal and it’s closing,
They can always make more room,
Climb up my tree,
Say unto me,
I am yours for the keeping,
This Slough of Despond,
That grabs me by the tail,
Will drown me in my sweet infatuation,
I don’t have much to offer you,
Just take this love and see it through,
Don’t let our dreams be overwhelmed,
And I’ll save you from the forest dark and grim