These trees are bent and torn
The veins of their core
Are ripped out, and tangled across the floor
The harsh side of nature
Of which I adore
Taking comfort from the thorns

Say what you need
I'm not here to think
Say what you feel
And I will watch you sleep
For one last time

You know just as I
These trees focus best in the light
I'm not trying to bend the rules
Magnifying all that's obtuse
Feel the rush of blood to my head
And I know I've been made a fool

Say what you need
I'm not here to think
Say what you feel
And I will watch you sleep
For one last time

Because you are the forest, it's true
And I'm looking through the leaves just like I look through you.
There too high up, I'm too far down
As ever my feet don't leave the ground
You are the forest, it's true.

And I wish you weren't
But, you are the forest.