We follow the river down to the sea
Showing the city how to be free
From the world to the window and the world between
What we are, what we turn to
What it really means
Scream for the summer, wait for the fall
Dream of the forest, take in it all
Were the leaves, were the seasons ever really there?
In the garden, was the city never meant to care?
Ah aaah ah ah aaaah ah ah
Ah aaah ah ah aaaah ah ah
In the ???, in the valley, in the things we say
In the morning, in the shadow, in the milky way
From the world to the window and the world between
What we are, what we turn to
What it really means
Ah aaah ah ah aaaah ah ah
Ah aaah ah ah aaaah ah ah
Ah aaah ah ah aaaah ah ah
Ah aaah ah ah aaaah ah ah
In the ???, in the valley, in the things we say
In the morning, in the shadow, in the milky way
From the world to the window and the world between
What we are, what we turn to
What it really means
Ah aaah ah ah aaaah ah ah
Ah aaah ah ah aaaah ah ah
Ah aaah ah ah aaaah ah ah
Ah aaah ah ah aaaah ah ah