This is how I play the song. Suggestions and corrections welcome! Eat the young, taste the blood, they don't know a thing about us Shake their bones, throw them out, we make something new out of things lost I will be the lumberjack and you will be the tree And if you go chasing rabbits then you know you've gone too far The lines in your hands are the map to show you where you are I will be the boat and you will be the sea Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-bo, bo-ah-oh-ah Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-bo, bo-ah-oh-ah And if you would find feelings where there should be none Bury them deep before you do something that can't be undone I will be the fire and you will be the house And if you just lay down, I'll fill up those eyes with sea A cold wind's blowing, the cold wind that came with me I will be the forest and you will be the dead tree Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-bo, bo-ah-oh-ah Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-bo, bo-ah-oh-ah (flute sounds) Eat the young, taste the blood, stab the night with water knives Shake their bones let them know that there are mountains in their eyes I will be the lumberjack and you will be the tree