Tekster:
Forest City Lovers

of adolescence and no less scared an awkward boy an awkward girl what could be better than laying in this bed feeling slightly less awkward together the city

If I were a tree I'd shake you off Who needs all those dying leaves? Follow my roots to the underground Drink wine with all the thieves If I were a tree

bara mala, oh yeah, oh yeah Eh bara mala, oh yeah, oh yeah One big mob is Ooze into into my noodle, east or west shepherd or poodle Lady bug, pine tree to mingle with the bumblebee A lover

bein on the run Carry the fire from the heart of your lover Carry the fire where the wild things run There's a monster lurking deep in the forest Let'

Pre A In the fire blue forests, faded and forgotten I crawled through the cotton fields, picking for cotton D The overseer sneered, his whipping was

city still on fire. for we are like medics handling suicide by cyanide with bleeding fingers. let us suffer completely inadequate. and we move like lovers

will wash all of the cities away While we're up in the mountains biding our time the deserts will turn into plains The farms will grow forests, the wheat

A serpent, a rabbit A walk in the forest A tentative looking son A feeling, a moment A bursting of bubbles A panic to overcome A samurai, an angel An

Leave the bright blue door on the whitewashed wall Leave the death ledger under city hall Leave the joyful air in that rubber ball today Leave the lilac