Emily Carr
Making love
in the middle of the woods
She doesn't know that there's nobody there
Emily Carr,
naked skin The rain falls in the woods
She doesn't know there's nobody there Cause she'd rather be alone
And it's a different
kind of love That she once knows
It's a
different
kind of ghost Where her heart goes
Ah,
ah, ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
And when she's blowing out her candle All in her cabin in the woods
She'll always be alone
It's a different kind of love Love, love, love