Lyrics

there lives a forest
of parched and scorched earth
all the trees there grow crooked in the sky
when the wind howls
the leaves sing haunting melodies
but I hear the beauty of each and every word

we go there every night
and share stories of our life
with all of the creatures living there
the tales that they tell
captivate my mind
like no other drug or drink or religion that i’ve known

they tell me machines
will not make sweeter dreams
we should have started with the end in mind
like heathens we dance
for rain to cleanse our sins
help our planted dreams to grow true

our children ask questions
about the gospel that they preach
i can only hope they tease the good out from the bad
special is she
that is innocent when she dreams
finds the beauty in the crookedness that others cast aside