Is this the last meeting place? 
Will you find me inside the haze? 
And will [bad word]  will [bad word]  
Well you certainly, my work is done. 
We stall nobody that I am real 
They [bad word] over you, it will never heal 
You must forget, you must forget 
Places in between, certain kind of regret.
I sit inside 
Movin' wild 
In the dead 
Of the flowers
I will not move 
But the wind 
Is blowin' in the fields
I sit inside 
Movin' wild 
In the dead 
Of the flowers
I will not move 
But the wind 
Is blowin' 
And the wind is blowin' in the fields
And in the end you came too late 
Plants stuck to my head, I guess that's a fate 
I will grow fast, I will grow fast 
The highest tree in the field you bark up at last.
I close my eyes 
Recognize 
Your steps 
In the meadow 
I won't make a single noise 
In my lovely cave
I close my eyes 
Recognize 
Your steps in the meadow 
I won't make a single, I won't, I won't make a single noise 
In my lovely cave.