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