Song Description

Two years out of high school, Chloe is restless. One day, she feels a tightness in her chest, some anxiety--but it is not coming from her. It takes her a day to realize it is a call, a sort of subsonic soundwave rattling her ribcage--a call from the oak woods in distress. This is where Chloe has gone since childhood for solace and renewal, but she hasn't been there for awhile. She heads there the next day, and sees that grapevine has twined itself high up in the younger trees, blanketing the canopies, choking the trees. As she cuts away the vines, she realizes that she, too, feels smothered, that love and attachment can strangle as well as nurture.

Lyrics

He don't go there. He don't wander where the spirits tell him no.
It's in a valley full of mist where people do not go.

And in the forest grapevines twine slowly up the trees
and choke the oaks by blanketing their green, green canopies.

Oak and ivy, oak and ivy now... (It's what the poets always wrote.)
Only ivy twists love around...
like you're doing to me sometimes.

Chloe goes there. Chloe knows the way to the secret forest.
Something draws her, something calls today, so she cuts the vines away.

Now the oaks bask in the light, and she sleeps in shade till dusk.
Then she wanders through the night, a wood spirit in the trees.

Sometimes people don't seem to see me, suffocating in our mass delusion.
We all think the world was made for us.
When I'm walking in the forest, far from peoples' muffled chorus,
then I can feel my destiny.

When I see her walking out at night, when the moon is all aglow,
her eyes are burning with delight, and I know that she will go....
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