Were we to leave
The capital now
Could we go roam
The countryside
Or is it for you
The things we can't see
Things that are kind of free
And still ours
If you left me
In that forest with them trees
I'd wait for you
In their canopy
Thirty-five years
Thirty-five years
Were we to live
So old in our love
Could we go roam
The countryside
For me it's the things
The things we can't be
Things that are dying now
Our ancient enemy
If you can't see
The forest for the trees
I'll wait for you
In their canopy
Thirty-five years
Thirty-five years
Thirty-five years
Thirty-five years