[Haunt the Woods] [Verse 1] There’s an elephant in the room and it feels like me Like the tide with the moon, my souls cannot be free [Chorus] And if I was the sculptor, I’d sculpt you out of clay And if I was the author, then I’d re-write this play Go back to the beginning so it didn’t end like this My God, oh My God, oh [Oh, oh. Oh,...Learn More