Fine.. Feral. Fallow. Fae. Fold into fern. Fall out of frame. [echo] out of frame… frame… aim… je t'aime **[Verse 1]** Foliage flickers, face without form — flash of a feather, then nothing is born. Footfall forgotten. Fingerprints fade. Forest folds softly over the trace that you made. Fade, fae, fade — foliage folds. Fly from the flame, [echo] follow, follow, follow. Fade, fae, fade — far from the known. Forest forgets you. I don’t. (I don’t… don’t… don’t…) Ffffff— fern flesh feather fog (fog… fog…) Phantom frequency. Flicker and flee. [echo] fly… fly… fly… Find no reflection. Leave no refrain. Filter through branches like fine silver rain. False shape. Faint signal. Figure withdrawn. I looked where you were— you were already gone. Fade, fae, fade — foliage folds. Fly from the flame, [echo] follow, follow, follow. Fade, fae, fade — far from the known. Forest forgets you. I don’t. (I don’t…) (I don’t… don’t… don’t…) Fold… fade… further… (further… further…) No footprint. No flare. No flag. Only the leaves knowing you passed. Fever beneath bark. Fire beneath frost. Some things stay hidden without being lost. No net for the phantom. No name for the fae. Freedom is leaving but I want you to stay. **[Bridge — almost spoken]** If you fold into shadow, I'll favour the shade. If you fall into silence, I'll find you in figments. If the forest keeps you— I'll fathom the fragments [echo] phantom ... phantom ... phantom **[Refrain]** Fade, fae, fade — foliage folds. Fly from the flame, [echo] follow, follow, follow. Fade, fae, fade — far from the known. Forest forgets you. I don’t. (I don’t…) (I don’t… don’t… don’t…) Fine little frequency… far in the leaves… I don’t. (don’t…) (don’t…) [echo] out of frame… frame… aim… je t'aime
