Is this the last meeting place'
Will you find me inside the haze'
And will you come, will you come'
While you're searching for me,
my work is done.
Please tell nobody that I am real.
They will run over you, it will never heal.
You must forget, you must forget.
Places inbetween, a certain kind of regret.
I sit inside blue-green light under the heads of the flowers.
I will not move, but the wind is bowing the field.
And in the end, you came to late.
Plants have stuck to my hair, i guess that's our fate.
I will grow fast, i will grow fast.
The highest tree in the field, you barked up at last.
I close my eyes, recognize your steps in the meadow.
I won't make a single noise in my lovely cave.
