Once you said: ‘It’s too green’.

I just stepped outside of a dream, nothing ever is as it seems; the wind keeps whistling the same old tune, you lay asleep in the light of the moon. So silently I peered through the trees, my misery was in his beauty; his hair hung long and his eyes were closed, every moment he stole my soul. I'm in the forest so rare and divine, this is the place where you lose your mind; from all of the feelings that are making you blue; you'll never know how much I - you. And he awoke and walked downstream, stuck outside of that same old dream; I need to leave but my minds intrigued, follow close as he does to me. Out of the forest to the church's gate, by is grave he awaits his fate; my only crime was to want too much, I could look but I could not touch. I'm in the forest so rare and devine, this is the place where you lose your mind; from all of the feelings that are making you blue, you'll never know how much I - you.