I'm done looking for feelings, they find me everywhere. I walked into the forest, I knew the dark in her hair. Wind blows forest floor feathers. Windows from a Buick 6, Hungry, it's foggy in Leffinge. Guilty when I look at you. Trees grow in my subconscious, But I know that they're there. Branchy into my spirit. Breathing out through her hair. Couldn't dream, couldn't wake up. Over the sea, under the make up. I leave a peace of me everywhere, Don't care if it's good or a shame. Stealing kisses and innocence, changing love to a game. Wind blows forest floor feathers. Windows from a Buick 6, Hungry, it's foggy in Leffinge. Guilty, when I look at you. Couldn't dream, couldn't wake up. Over the sea, under the make up. Melancholy... stuck in the basement. It's not a dream, I'm just a strange one.