The Hollow

If you want to go to that place where we can't see
How can we get there, down to the wooden sea?
And I'll try not to be scared of everything we'll be
For we are the songs we sing
Down in the wooden sea
So climb in my guitar, but first untie the strings
Down into the hollow
Of the wooden sea
And I'll try not to be scared
Of everything we'll be
For we are the songs we sing
Down in the wooden sea