Some of trees have been growing for years
The leaves on floor must be five meters deep
The paths are a Labyrinth or even a trap
Some tides dont turn some things never come back

Secret recording were made in the marsh
I bore a hole in the tree just to see
Knights dance in molecules, heres Gallahad
Theyre rising back up, theyre rising back up

Shadows dance back up, its happening again
If you listen carefully you migth hear them whisper:"We hold all the secrets, we hold all the words; but theyre scrambled and broken s youll never know"

(And the Thames flows beneath the graas?)
Cant you see them floating like black ash?
Cant you feel them crawling down your back?
Cant you feel them breathing down your neck?
Sea breeze, sea breeze.