There once was a child,
Built a forest up from the ground,
When he walked through alone
It's clear,
He can't hear a sound.
The further he walks inside
The birds, they sing lullabies
But all he hears
Are his very own cries.
Does he realise, that fire doesn't feed the flowers
Oh-
But, by the time he's noticed
He's already out of hours
Breathe slow
Tread lightly on the grass,
Keep low
Wait for him to pass
Keep low, tread lightly on the grass
Breathe slow
And don't think of the past
Does he realise, that fire doesn't feed the flowers
Oh-
But, by the time he's noticed
He's already out of hours
He burns and he burns
And he cries as the ash falls down
Over his roses, for they were his all
He hugged them so tight, sucked the oxygen clear
Watched the petals turn grey whilst he's blind with his fear
Oh he burned and he burned
And he cried as the ash falls down
Over his roses, for they were his all
He hugged them so tight, sucked the oxygen clear
Watched the petals turn grey whilst he's blind with his fear
Does he realise, that fire doesn't feed the flowers
But by the time he's noticed
He's already out of hours