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