Is this the last meeting place?
Will you find me inside the haze?
And will you come?
Will you come?
While you are srearching me, my work is done
Please tell nobody that I am real
They will run over you, it will never heal
You must forget
You must forget
Lies this?

In between certain kind of regret?
I see them side to be wide on the birds of the flowers?
I will not move, but the wind is blowing, in the fields?
I see them side to be wide on the birds of the flowers?
I will not move, but the wind is blowing
The wind is blowing in the fields
And in the end you came to late let’s talk to my hair

I guess that’s a fate I will grow fast
The highest tree in the field you bark up at last
I close my eyes, recognize your steps at the meadow
I will make a single noise in my lovely cave
I close my eyes
Recognize your steps at the meadow
I will make a single noise in my lovely cave