Gone to the forest
Pacing and tracing the floor between the trees
A figure walking
Placing the feeling before my sodden feet

Is this my, is this my, is this my final thawing
Is this my, is this my, is this my seasons drawing in
Is this why, is this why, is this why I sleep through mornings
Is this why, s this why?

Oh take me outward
Facing away from the shore in silent breeze
The light comes downwards
I'm pleading, just let me explore with childish ease

Is this my, is this my, is this my final thawing
Is this my, is this my, is this my seasons drawing in
Is this why, is this why, is this why I sleep through mornings
Is this why, s this why?