Is this the last meeting place?
Will you find me inside the haze?
And will you come, will you come?
Well you certainly, my work is done.
We stall nobody that I am real
They will run over you, it will never heal
You must forget, you must forget
Places in between, certain kind of regret.
I sit inside
Movin' wild
In the dead
Of the flowers
I will not move
But the wind
Is blowin' in the fields
I sit inside
Movin' wild
In the dead
Of the flowers
I will not move
But the wind
Is blowin'
And the wind is blowin' in the fields
And in the end you came too late
Plants stuck to my head, I guess that's a fate
I will grow fast, I will grow fast
The highest tree in the field you bark up at last.
I close my eyes
Recognize
Your steps
In the meadow
I won't make a single noise
In my lovely cave
I close my eyes
Recognize
Your steps in the meadow
I won't make a single, I won't, I won't make a single noise
In my lovely cave.
