The Clientele
That Night, a Forest Grew
Today's a day for staying inside
The briefest of seasons
The most restless of light
Today's a day for a walk in the woods
Closer to god
There was darkness at noon
There was darkness at noon
That night, that night, a forest grew
That night, that night, a forest grew
That night, that night, a forest grew
That was the day I got lost in the fog
I went to the garage, I was hunted by dogs
There was darkness at noon
There was darkness at noon
That night, that night, a forest grew
That night, that night, a forest grew