When you're at the heart of the forest, after it rains
a misty tongue licks across the trees.
Everything sparkles like spilt oil and fog hangs around the tree limbs
a misty tongue licks across the trees.
Everything sparkles like spilt oil and fog hangs around the tree limbs
like cigarette smoke lingers about a beautiful woman.
Clinging to the aura of the storm,
reluctant to take in a breath of fresh air,
unwilling to release the heady sensation of holding your breath
until you're half way between this world
and the next.
Clinging to the aura of the storm,
reluctant to take in a breath of fresh air,
unwilling to release the heady sensation of holding your breath
until you're half way between this world
and the next.
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