Here I am; can you feel me breathing
In the rhythm of the world Im in...
Here I am; can you feel me breathing
In the rhythm of the world Im in
Reaching out I caress the trees
While the sun revolves above me
The air is so rich I can almost drink it
Dance like a fay twixt tree and stream so cold
The true philosophers stones
Never shall turn nothing into gold
Now they tell me I must lay me down
Once more theyll lock the door
But of leaves of green my pillow is
And free Ill disappear in the thicket
The true philosophers stones
Never shall turn nothing into gold
Im awoken in the woods
Im searching for the nevershining stones
And the man in white says I cant hear the birds singing
Im awoken in the woods
Im closer to the everlasting truth
And the man in white says I cant hear them
The wealth of mine is not like thine of gold shining
Tree and leaf my treasures are
Living like me, and dying
Im awoken in the woods...
Now Im here; behind rubber walls
And they tell me my forest never was at all
Not in a thousand years
Was it the drugs they gave to calm me
Or something into my mind through generations fed
And if its all gone; only a collective memory
Are we then dead
Is this the kingdom of the mad