I know a forest and a stream
Where the wild go when there's nowhere left to dream
Unlearn everything you have been told
Make a wide turn in the land of green and gold

And I like to play those games
I like, I like to play those games

I know a little babbling brook
Where the wild go when there's nowhere left to look
Unlearn everything you need to know
Make a wise turn in the land of greed and go

And I like to play those games
And I like, I like to play those games
Not thinking

Why do all the weak ones never know
What is happening to them?
And why do all the strong ones always grow
Into stronger illusions?
'Cause here we are and all we have to show
For it, is total confusion
Maybe we should end it all
And start all over again

And I like to play those games
And I like, I like to play those games
Not thinking

Why do all the weak ones never know
What is happening to them?
And why do all the strong ones always grow
Into stronger illusions?
'Cause here we are and all we have to show
For it, is total confusion
Maybe we should end it all
And start all over again

Start all over again
Start all over again
Start all over again
Start all over again
Start all over again
Start all over again (again)
Start all over again, again, again
Again