Infected Rock Lyrics

Infected Mushroom Infected Rock

Traveling far, feeling close, she takes herself to
wandering roads.

Tasting from inside, tasting from outside,
Touching, not touching... without running.

knowing... That life is a rewritten script,
and only the time shows similar note,
In a world hunted by ghosts, she keeps herself out of
worrying.

She lifts her eyes to the sky, with a smile across her
lips, In an attempt to check she can still touch the
water.

...To see...the way...that will return...
...me...to her...