Lyrics

One day in the mirror you see
Someone much older
How hard could a cartwheel be?
Better be careful

Stone table at the edge of the sea
Good for dancing
Sudden screams in a graveyard could mean
Necromancy

The forest for the trees
Soon we'll need them desperately
The forest for the trees
And the final joke will be
On us...
On us...

One day in the desert, your dreams
So much clearer
Beyond the valley of waste in between
The last river

Too much time in the cities, will bring
Need for closure
Another day in this heat making me
Lose composure

The forest for the trees Once there was water
Soon we'll need them desperately Now only this endless summertime
The forest for the trees Once we were sailing
And the final joke will be Oceans of sand are what?s left behind
On us...
On us...


c 2006 John Anderson