After supper I will go out for a walk I'll wander through the woods near the family house I'll speak to the trees and they'll speak to me ( It took me some times before I understand ) Sitting on the bank of the river where I was born I throw stones away, waiting for the storm ( I know It's coming soon when It's silent in the woods ) Will we stay here forever? Will we live over and over? Will the wind wash our minds off the filthy thoughts we had sometimes?