To a Forest
John Flansburgh, John Linnell
This stuff is complex
Never figured out the part that comes next
I'm out of my depth
Everything I reach for
Is out of my grasp
And nothing comes next
You figured on a change or a rest
Well, that's a good guess
Everything is shifting
And shifting again
Something punched my mind in the face
Trapped me down under my pillowcase
Now we're alone in this freaky place
Our consciousness has been
[Guitar solo]
This stuff is complex
Never figured out the part that comes next
I'm out of my depth
Everything I reach for
Is out of my grasp
There are forces out to destroy us
I heard whispers, it was a warning
They'll knock us out and drag us to a forest
Yes, that's what I've been told