Red Forest

Fisher on the lake Rain coming his way It's okay He'll stay Such a quiet place Lonely heritage It's okay Doesn't care He sometimes just wants to go far Far away from there From that house, from that life, from that lake The world has gone to waste Then his rod catches this box, so strange In the orange lake Made of wood, color coppery red Close your eyes, you're made of air Even the red woods are crying for you Quickly fall into the sky Useless, your wings are too heavy for you Lost into this endless dream That no one can see All this fallen trees Please don't wake me from this dream There's no hate up here There's no one but me … Lying in his bed Lost into himself It's okay No one cares In a secret place A forest so red It's okay Farewell He sometimes just wants to go far Far away from there From that house, from that life, from that lake The world has gone to waste Then his rod catches this box, so strange In the orange lake Made of wood, color coppery red Close your eyes, you're made of air Even the red woods are crying for you Quickly fall into the sky Useless your wings are too heavy for you Lost into this endless dream That no one can see All this fallen trees Please don't wake me from this dream There's no hate up here There's no one but me …