Here's the Thing

So, here's the thing

She has a secret

There's a field, there's a forest

There's a river running through her, and

The endless wonders of her mind

So, here's the thing

She has a story

She's calling out, responding to her surroundings

The endless corridors for her kind

Ooh-ooh-ah, ooh-ooh-ah

Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-oh

So, here's the thing

She knows her boundaries

But it's closing in, it's taking over

The darkness rears its ugly head

So, here's the thing

She'll find her reasoning

She'll come to an understanding that it's only ever in a moment

And that's all she needs

Ah-oh, ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Too much here at times

And too much trying to remember

And too much here at times

And too much trying to remember

And too much here at times

And too much trying to remember

And too much here at times

And too much