If I lived under a stone in a forest of love
Could I survive or would I die
Fighting the evil, the ghosts and the stars
The cold and the dark
Would it [bad word] my home with needles for a bed
Stone for a home
But nowhere to park my car
Or would I leave the [bad word] 
In case it would go too far

The moon is sleeping and I am lost
The ground is leaning and I'm falling off
Feathers of [bad word] lift me up
Carry me home to the cold stone of love

If I lived in a tree in a forest of love
Could I stay put or would I fall
Breaking my body, my bones and my heart
My brain and my thoughts
Would the hungry tree [bad word] my home
With leaves as a pillow, tree for a home
But no friends at all
Or would it eat it all including me
And leave me to starve

The wind is blowing and I'm swept off my feet
Lifted above the trees and it's oh so sweet
Drops of purest water, pour me back down
Wash me home to the hungry tree of love

The wind is blowing and I'm swept off my feet
Lifted above the trees and it's oh so sweet
Drops of purest water, pour me back down
Wash me home to the forest of love