Cross the river, jump the stream,
Lean over and walk beyond the leaf,
As the vines capture your heart,
They strangle the emotion away,
Pained and tortured by life.

See just how the sky falls down,
As the moon ships out of town,
While the frog makes its own crown,
I'm slowly dying,
I'm slowly dying,
My soul is crying,
My soul is crying,
Nature kills,
Nature kills.