Forests On The Way There کے بول

Sitting in the back seat of your mothers car There were forest on the way there It rained all the way there Sent some complex signals To the others on the road I was sending all mindbeams No one ever found me Is there a word For the things we heard In the day? Is there a sound For the things that we found On our way? Calling out the names of the animals There were mountains on the way there You read all the way there Numbers getting smaller And the spirits getting low I was sending all the mindbeams No one ever found me Is there a word For the things we heard In the day? Is there a sound For the things that we found On our way?