(With all I need in the forest, hiding beneath the trees Nobody will find us. Nobody will find us here) Tonight, I feel the wind in my heart And the thunder rolling in my head I'm standing at the door with a rock in my pocket And no hope in my hand A window is black, and so is the sky But I can feel you are here I can feel you are here, watching me Always watching me With a rock in my pocket And no hope in my hand (With all I need in the forest, hiding beneath the trees Nobody will find us. Nobody will find us here) Into the wilderness I go I bring my bones to rust To bleed my skin into the earth To feel my head entangled with the roots of the trees Who will sing me into my sleep? Who will sing me into my sleep? You are not here You are not here And no hope in my hands