Tom Rosenthal Lyrics
"Forests On The Way There"

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Sitting in the back seat of your mother's car
There was forests on the way there
It rained all the way there

Sent some complex signals
To the others on the road
I was sending all the mind beams
No one ever found me

Is there a word for things we heard in the day?
Is there a sound for things we found on our way?

Calling out the names of the animals
There were mountains on the way there
You read all the way there

Numbers getting smaller
And the spirits getting low
I was sending all the mind beams
No one ever found me

Is there a word for things we heard in the day?
Is there a sound for things we found on our way?

Is there a word for things we heard in the day?
Is there a sound for things we found on our way?
This song is from the album "Bolu".