A walk in a rainstorm, My ghost is in human form, The sound of my footsteps, The rain on the road, coming down, I go down a footpath, And enter the forest, The suburb escapes me, I heart the trees all around me. This is where they're all camped now, They don't know what it is coming, Eve of war is impending, Souls of men never ending. I touch the bark of this tree, I wonder what will I see. The past is stuck in the wood. I'd free it all if I could. This place is talking to me My memory stuck in this tree My spirit stored when I'm gone You'll feel my touch in this song