Slow Down (Forest Mix)

He looks at this creature fair Clowns wearing paper hair While his heart's beating loud in the grove The animals whisper there And Colours melt in the air The sun burns a hole through the clouds Slow down to the rhythm Slow down to the rhythm Slow, slow down Slow down to the rhythm Slow down to the rhythm Slow, slow down Blackbirds sit and stare The pulse is heard everywhere Piano wires weave a spell on the woods Forgotten, the jokes and tales So the heartbeat may unveil What breathes life to this temple of green Oh-ooh-oh Oh-ooh-oh Oh, yeah Slow down to the rhythm Slow down to the rhythm Slow, slow down Slow down to the rhythm Slow down to the rhythm Slow, slow down Slow down to the rhythm Slow down to the rhythm Slow, slow down Slow down to the rhythm Slow down to the rhythm Slow, slow down