Oh, thought that I owned these grounds but they're no longer mine. I have to find another way home. And you, you were all that I got, you kept me hanging on.
Whenever she's weary, she climbs uphill. And crosses a dark trail and there she finds the fox. In the wooden glade. She lies by a rock and she's red. She smells of violets and picea.
Sometimes I wonder what made me leave it. The water in the deep sea. The crystal chain. Sometimes I look to the West. And I wonder what made me leave it.
I hear the train's coming in the echo in the tunnel. Like a gentle roar, a roar of the underground. Is it what it sounds like -. The innocent dark and the sweet talk of the storm.