Stolen Season Lyrics & Chords By S.j. Tucker

I knew these woods so well before.
Now I've lost the path that led me down to your door.
Breadcrumbs lost forever on the forest floor,
and the wolves are circling me.
I know there's treasure yet to find,
but I must either lose myself or leave you behind.
I never meant you any harm at all,
did not think I'd come here just to watch your castle fall.
By moonlight and by falling snow,
I call upon your oath to let me go.
I must wrap my world around me and leave you where you are.
I can't believe I've lost you after flying half this far,
but it was just a stolen season
in a lovely house of cards.
I thought I knew this game,
thought I'd lure you from your winter wood before I knew your name.
It turns out neither one of us is prey
'cause I'd barely aimed my arrow when you carried me away.
We were all the ways that fools rush in.
If I could spare the blood, I'd surely winter here again,
but they'll be missing me outside.
It's been half a stolen season and a roller coaster ride.
By moonlight and by winter's throne,
I call upon your oath to let me go.
I would turn at night to hold you as you dream and keep you safe
in the way the summer calls upon the winter for escape,
but we've spent a stolen season taking all that we can take.
I would hold onto the magic we have made
but the seasons must turn and the icicles fade.
Small wonder we could not withstand the spring,
surviving on a diet of the kisses wishes bring.
Thief that I am, I'll be found out
and your fairy fruit will surely turn to ashes in my mouth.
It matters not what riches I have found
'cause I know too much of leaving to be still and settle down.
By moonlight and the tears I've known,
I call upon your oath to let me go.
Sleep will never find me 'til the morning air has turned
if I can't reach out to hold you in the dark and keep you warm,
but it was just a stolen season
where we danced a perfect storm.
You are only ever playing me for keeps
with a love that's warm and wild while winter sleeps.
In all your kingdom, I'm the one who'll not be ruled.
Spring has come, and all I've done is weep.
If I'm to steer without your star,
I'll have plenty of time for dancing in the dark.
First I have to learn the trick of holding up my head again
and flying blind.
Even in our dreaming, we are running out of time,
but it was just a stolen season in a land that wasn't mine.
We have fair destroyed each other, souls together, worlds apart,
but what you call a stolen season was the harvest of my heart.
What you call a stolen season was the harvest of my heart.