T/Tom Rosenthal/Forests On The Way There (Night Version)
Sitting in the back seat of your mother's car There was 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 mind beams No one ever found me
Is there a word for things we heard in the day? Is there a sound for things we found on our way?
Calling out the names of 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 mind beams No one ever found me
Is there a word for things we heard in the day? Is there a sound for things we found on our way?
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