Screaming inside my car as if you could hear me And my stuttered breathing comes and goes this time of year Like most things I know Forest eyes you're always haunting my mind Like the blades of gra** in my backyard I'll surely cut you in two We searched the darkest streets for conversation a remedy Red brushed across my face You are the east wind You blew me away We sat on the pavement and whispered the night away Crushing leaves in our hands silently Like the big oak tree in your backyard I can't do a thing