It's not an area, it's not an area For homes, for homes It's not an area, it's not an area For homes or passersby It feels uncomfortable, it feels uncomfortable To sleep, to sleep It's not unreasonable as cunning aerials deplete In space and sound Helas, the trees are withering Beneath the ground where people fall It feels unreal to start again Like pulses and rain It's not unreasonable to feel so vulnerable It's not an area that finds me audible Helas, nobody can find you Underneath the seasons, nobody can hear you And everything you do It's all so incomprehensible It seems so real, oh Helas, the trees are withering Beneath the ground where people fall It feels unreal to start again Like pulses and rain