Panic - kerosene - by the side: gasoline
And the story goes they left you here
And we'll never know why they disappeared
Smoking
Oh forest you are choking - there's a rope around you
There's a sinking sense of knowing that you're going
There's a crater down where deep inside there's nowhere
No one moves the rain won't come now
The rain won't save you
There's a can of kerosene from this legendary ghostly scene
It will always be there
While the trees are moving violently
Slaughter in the corner of my mind's dream - we are choking
Look to the sun there is a memory of you
Look to the sun there isn't much that you can do
Owls burning - fire swirling crown
Squirrels try to reach the ground
Walking in twos, what could they do? Smoking…
The trees are moving violently
Echoes of the footsteps of the arsonees
They will always be there
Is it lonely forest, is it only for us walking now
Is it lonely forest, is it only that we wake you
From the slumber of your deep misery?
Look to the sun there is a restless forest
Isn't it wild, isn't it fun when you've begun to look to the sun
There isn't much that you can do, look to the sun