Some think of a jungle Others of a city I on the other hand Think of something more pretty Rolling green fields Filled to the brim With flowers and ponds Where animals swim Mangroves to the left Birch wood to the right Rolling green fields Where there’s nothing of fright Time feels funny Like it’s noon all day No people to feed No bills to pay Oh how I would love To be in those fields It’s only a dream That feels so real So close your eyes And listen to me close Let me tell you a story Of a place where life slows