Low. Like A Forest. Zeneszám

Black, like a forest and still, like a lion, my knees are bended
We used to speak a different language
I wasted my breath on words soon forgotten, left unattended
They're moving their feet but nobody's dancing

Ah, take your time
Ah, take your time

How can I blame you for all of the screaming
That I've had to turn to, just in time to go off in my hands