They were in the black wood
Coveting indiscreetly her for him
Or him for her
Shown what they were

I was in the middle ground
Looking to find the fountain of infinite mirror
Tree falling, no one would hear
Shadow of nobody there
Murders of murderers living in fear of it

I was in the clearing
Buzzing around to hearing
But the bees and birds who knew the words
Soon arrived the twilight
Finally the night and day remembered
How they came to be

All for nothing at all
All for nothing at all
With something to do

I was in the forest looking to see the trees
But none were there