I sat up in a tree until I thought I was part of the forest. Night came and fell on me. I didnât move.
I was waiting for the chorus. I stayed âtil morning came. Not a sound not a peep in the forest. I waited for a symphony but it was a song in a silent key.
Itâs getting all silent in there Itâs getting all silent Itâs getting all silent in there Itâs getting all silent
Iâve dreamt of a winter day where the earth was a bed of hot ashes. No one can hear the cry nor the sound of a tree
when it crashes. Iâve seen a bird fly. Iâve cried by riversides. I gave birth to a child. I found a sky where the music had died.
Itâs getting all silent in there Itâs getting all silent Itâs getting all silent in there Itâs getting all silent
Give me a chance to hear The sound of life. It used to be in here.
I sat up in a tree until I felt I was part
of the forest. Night came and fell on me. I didnât move. I was waiting for the chorus.