A forest of a million trees;
The fall of one on top of me
I heard it snap, and I heard the rustling
But with no-one around, did it still make a sound?
Did it?
And Oh, God that I still can't see
I can't help but keep wondering:
If I gave myself to you as an offering,
Would you make a sound, oh would you be found?
Would you?
And my love,
Can I live up to you?
(Oh, God)
(-I live up to you?)
Wherefore art thou now, loving observer?
Where did you go?
Am I to become mine own, again?
My love has left me weak
Oh I hold you with uncertainty
Am I to exist without you observing me?