Forests

作词 : Tom Rosenthal

作曲 : Tom Rosenthal

Sitting in the back seat of your mother's car

There were forests on the way there

It rained all the way there

Sent some complex signals

To the others on the road

I was sending all the mindbeam

No one ever found me

Is there a word

For the things we heard

In the day?

Is there a sound

For the things we found

On our way?

Calling out the names of all the animals

There were mountains on the way there

You read all the way there

Numbers getting smaller

And the spirits getting low

I was sending all the mindbeams

No one ever found me

Is there a word

For the things we heard

In the day?

Is there a sound

For the things we found

On our way?

Is there a word

For the things we heard

In the day?

Is there a sound

For the things we found

On our way?