Woke up in a field of green Can't remember how I ended up here Just recall; I found a way On her island through her eyes And the trees are all her memories so far And my favorite kind of tree Is what she thinks of me And that tree is shining like a star On the island for three years I found the hot springs of her secret dreams And an ego washed away An island waiting to be built On the island for three years and counting The forest is now dark and blue Lava swallows every tree and every mountain What's that coming after me?