Текст песни: The Man-Eating Tree. Vine. Out Of The Wind.

Now and again
Would come the invisible
Out of the nether in
Her finest dress
Breaking free to haunt
The eyes that saw

Then silver wires
Hung in the haze
Skin, and frail bones
Hung in the night

Hunger for the marvel
And worship of the fright
As long as it's safer for us
Than it was for her
Haunting only softly
Like daytime radio

Carrying a song he sings
For the woods:
Led her out of the wind
And off into the smoke
Led her out of the wind
For the brandy and wine
Led her out of the wind
If only my bones wouldn't
Begin so much to feel it
Led her out of the wind
Off into the smoke!