Forests歌词

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?