This is where we play
Forest, forest
This is where we play
Forest, forest
Between the plants I have a little shelter
This is where I play, just left of what you see
Behind my house there is a great wall
Thoughts of freedom piled up
When I look behind all ground will disappear
endlessly lost where light turns off its glow
Left is high, what's right will be low
Still I want to see how we've met at all
Paint it black and white, write a poem on the stone
To brake it all down before you come around
Power to the soul and no one'll ever know
Where we hide at night
When I look behind all ground will disappear
endlessly lost where light turns off its glow
Left is high, what's right will be low
Still I want to see how we've met at all
Deep in the forest
This is where we play
Deep in the forest
Forest, forest
Deep in the forest
This is where we play
Deep in the forest
Forest, forest
Deep in the forest
This is where we play
Deep in the forest
Forest, forest
Deep in the forest
This is where we play
Deep in the forest
Forest, forest