Some of these trees have been growing for years
The leaves on the floor must be five metres deep
The paths are a labyrinth or even a trap
Some tides don't turn some things never come back
Secret recordings were made in the marsh
I bore a hole in the tree just to see
Knights dance in molecules here's Gallahad
They're rising back up they're rising back up
Shadows dance back up it's happening again
If you listen carefully you might hear them whisper：
We hold all the secrets we hold all the words
But they're scrambled and broken so you'll never know
And that the Thames flows beneath the grass
Can't you see them floating like black ash
Can't you feel them crawling down your back
Can't you feel them breathing down your neck
Sea breeze sea breeze
