Down in the forest We'll sing a chorus One that everybody knows Hands held higher We'll be on fire Singing songs that nobody wrote Quickly moving towards the storm Moving forward torn Into pieces over reasons Of what these storms are for I don't understand why everything I adore Takes a different form when I squint my eyes Have you ever done that? When you squint your eyes and your eyelashes make it look a little not fine And then when just enough light comes from just the right side And you find: you're not who you supposed to be This is not what you supposed to see Please, remember me, I am supposed to be King of a kingdom Or swinging on a swing Something happen to my imagination This situations becoming dire My treehouse's on fire And for some reasons I smell gas on my hands This is not what I had planned This is not what I had planned Down in the forest We'll sing a chorus One that everybody knows Hands held higher We'll be on fire Singing songs that nobody wrote