we make things better we make things hard a shelter of sorrow grows in the dark oh how long must the soul survive under the weight of these haunted pines set the woods on fire set the woods on fire now like and the thin blue line you re not guilty but you re doing time oh how long must the soul endure to find silences set the woods on fire set the woods on fire now we make things better we make things hard we make things better we make things hard oh how high will the flames reach behind every tree is just another dream set the woods on fire set the woods on fire set the woods on fire set the woods on fire now