Grunt to Bunt
Dodano: 3 WRZEŚNIA 2008
There deep, deep in the forest night, children dance the waltz
They laugh, whispering hand in hand, just like children like to do
Their eyes ,what are they looking for?
White dress flutters the beat, their song, starting to make some sense
Only if you're listening...
Dance, dance like butterflies ,shadows appear, right before my eyes
Sounds, echo the absurd, hard to explain something that I heard
Now hear the forest talking, insects and birds
Does the scent of soil and beast
Breathe the life into the animal you hide
It's a great illusion, one never knows
When you think you're really alone
Feel the eyes of someone looking in on you
Again
See how the children play, red moon colours the trees
Their feet, innocent rustling sounds
Playful, dreamlike fantasieso
Creadle of the forest
They laugh, whispering hand in hand, just like children like to do
Their eyes ,what are they looking for?
White dress flutters the beat, their song, starting to make some sense
Only if you're listening...
Dance, dance like butterflies ,shadows appear, right before my eyes
Sounds, echo the absurd, hard to explain something that I heard
Now hear the forest talking, insects and birds
Does the scent of soil and beast
Breathe the life into the animal you hide
It's a great illusion, one never knows
When you think you're really alone
Feel the eyes of someone looking in on you
Again
See how the children play, red moon colours the trees
Their feet, innocent rustling sounds
Playful, dreamlike fantasieso
Creadle of the forest
