David Lynch

In this magic forest
This city of dreams
Underneath the clear blue skies
We bask in rays of golden sunshine
Shaded by the magic trees
We float through the glowing city
You and me

Drifting from the flats above
Muffled sounds of strife and love
Sparkling in the hazy air
Music of the deepest care

Down in the basement
We hear the sound of machines
Should we be scared
What's he building in there
We have a right to know
It's our duty of care

Now it's dark

Underneath the blackest skies
No more rays of golden sunshine
They're cutting down the magic trees
They're marching the hate machines
Into the sun
We're on the run

But we won't back down
We won't give ground
We hold each other tight
Through the crucible of night

The mysteries of love
Have lifted up the sun
Illuminate the clear blue skies
Raining down the golden sunshine
Upon our skin
And we begin
To float through the glowing city
Again



Credits
Writer(s): Scott Turner
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