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FOREST

Or should I say she once had me

Now everything is easy ’cause of you

Watch the bend of my wandering

In a town full of rubber plants

What goes up must come down

Back to the howling old owl in the woods

In an interstellar burst

when the day comes to settle down
when the day comes to settle down

Oh, let the sun beat down upon my face

Dreaming safe and secure

In the center of the picture is a tree trunc, topped by a lot of green leaves above.
I’m sure that I know where you’re sleeping

They know not if it's dark outside or light
They know not if it’s dark outside or light

Waking up to find no where to go

In a country where they turn back time

Through the dark

Gazing through trees in sorrow, hardly a sound till tomorrow

Nothing’s gonna change my world

But when you’re falling behind in this big blue world

Battle of the minds | Cries below, cries above

Words are meaningless And forgettable

Your silence is my favorite sound

I mean, I don’t see what she sees

Please, don’t spoil my day, I’m miles away

We’re half awake in a fake empire

Just to get a glimpse beyond the illusion

Well, it happens a lot ’round here

You know the day destroys the night

Digital color pictures taken in a forest near Hanstedt, Germany
They know your secrets and you know theirs

Give me a reason to lay down my guns
Give me a reason to lay down my guns

And make her journey bright and pure
And make her journey bright and pure

And I scream from the top of my lungs

It’s hard to believe that I’m all alone

Now springtime only reminds me of Tracy’s tears

They never fall, they can never run dry

You feel you sent them onto ground

Such scenes for things that I regret

You got the touch so gentle and sweet

Your molten bodies, blanket of cinders (4/4)

Your molten bodies, blanket of cinders (3/4)

Your molten bodies, blanket of cinders (1/4)

It’s hard to believe that there’s nobody out there

You’ve written your own directions

And whistled the rules of change


No matter what we get out of this (1/5)

No matter what we get out of this (2/5)

It’s not the way it has to be

In the end you′re just too close

expose and close the doors on those who try

Why so green and lonely