The Wooden Song

Take me, break me,
tell me a good one
and maybe I'll cry
Go with me, show me,
tell me a good one
and maybe I'll die

Lately I've been dancing in ceiling fans
into the kitchen and out the back gate
Well I know it sounds strange
but it could be the other way
round to the ground where I know I must stay

Take me, break me,
tell me a good one
and maybe I'll cry
Go with me, show me,
tell me a good one
and maybe I'll die

Lately I've been dancing in ceiling fans
circled in secrets, playing a game
Well I know it sounds strange
but it could be the other way
round in a town where they don't know your name

Together
Together
for a while? ...aint no good