Akira Yamaoka

There deep, deep in forest night, children dance the waltz
They laugh, whispering hand in hand, just like children like to do.
Their eyes, what are they looking for? White dress flutters the beat
Their song starting to make some sense, but only if you're listening.

Dance, dance like butterflies, shadows appear right before my eyes.
Sounds echo the absurd, hard to explain something that I heard.

Now, hear the forest talking insects and birds,
Does the scent of soil and beast bring the life into the animal you hide?
It's a great illusion one never knows;
When you think you're really alone, feel the eyes of someone looking in on you...

Again, see how the children play, red moon colours the trees
Their feet, innocent rustling sounds, oh, playful dream-like fantasies.

Dance, dance like butterflies (yeah, yeah), shadows appear right before my eyes
Sounds echo the absurd (yeah), hard to explain something that I heard.

Now, hear the forest talking insects and birds,
Does the scent of soil and beast bring the life into the animal you hide?
It's a great illusion one never knows;
When you think you're really alone, feel the eyes of someone looking in on you.

Now, hear the forest talking insects and birds,
Does the scent of soil and beast bring the life into the animal you hide?
It's a great illusion one never knows;
When you think you're really alone, feel the eyes of someone looking in on you.

Hear the forest talking insects and birds,
Does the scent of soil and beast bring the life into the animal you hide?
It's a great illusion one never knows;
When you think you're really alone, feel the eyes of someone looking in on you.