Yearning in the back seat of a car On a silent trip to Disney land Where the witchers are Mother they are talking, my sleep Go to landscapes rushing bye Landscapes about me They are true They're being true They knocked you down In cold miles, with mere lands Clouds in different shapes surrounding me Colored woods, local girl So I want to be Is the color of your eye Is the color of your eye Cause they are true They're being true They knocked you down In cold miles, with mere lands They are true They're being true They knocked you down In cold lands, with mere lands