Organist - Oberhofer

I have a lot to say

It’s always in the way

I am my own worse mystery

Ooooooo

Ooooooo

Sitting in the back of the church-

The organist screaming out his pipes

For some reason, he speaks to me

I could care less about the context

But it is the sentiment

It is the sentiment that matters to me

I’ll move forward through the forest

I don’t care what lies ahead

I don’t think about the past

Because the past doesn’t matter to me

The past doesn’t matter to me

The past doesn’t matter to me

What am I running from?

What am I hiding from?

Who am I hiding from?

Who am I running from?

What am I running from?

What are we hiding from?

What am I running from?

Why do I have to run?

The woods remain unchanged

Since I last set foot

I hear the falcons calling me

What am I running from?

What am I hiding from?

Who am I hiding from?

Who am I running from?

What am I running from?

Why do we have to run?

What am I running from?

Why do I have to run?

Ooooo

Ooooo

Why do I have to run?