walk with me
 on the mossy forest ground
 to those places out of bounds.
 Taste my skin,
 explore me,
 under the shadowy forest's roof,
 making moves.

 Sooner than we think
 an endless day goes by.
 Sooner than we think,
 these moments we'll deny.

 So now we walk on thorns
 and in the end we're torn
 apart by all this loneliness.

 The wind blows through your hair,
 drifts you away.
 In the dying forest's light
 you disappear from sight