歌詞

Mushroom, mushroom, whisper in the pines

I woke surrounded by their silent lines

One breath ago I rode the evening train

Now trunks and caps and moss — I don’t know how I came

They stare like storytellers who know my name

The forest hush, the world not quite the same

I wander seeking home beneath the falling light

Night swallows day and draws the curtains tight

Mushroom, mushroom, mushroom, mushroom — calling me

Mushroom, mushroom, mushroom, mushroom — can’t break free

Trains in the distance, bells that echo through the trees

I follow phantom rails until I lose my feet

Thump, thump, thump — a crossing bell far off

I step toward sound but feel the ground turn soft

An empty platform waits beneath a single lamp

A faded glow, a ticket gate — the air so damp

The crossing’s gone; the silence settles like a veil

A thousand caps like witnesses line the rail

Timetables still promise trains that should arrive

But time keeps slipping and I’m barely alive

The world unravels — then I wake in my bed

A bright weird headache, mushrooms on my head

Mirror shows a cap where hair should be

My whole reflection leaning back at me

I dress, I leave, I walk the same old street

A commuting ghost with fungus on my sleeve

No one sees the change beneath my careful smile

No one knows the path I took through other miles

Mushroom, mushroom, mushroom, mushroom — calling me

Mushroom, mushroom, mushroom, mushroom — can’t break free

Trains in the distance, bells that echo through the trees

I follow phantom rails until I lose my feet

I go to work with spores upon my shoes

The world keeps turning like it always used to

But someone vanished on a midnight track

And now a cap sits where my hair was

Mushroom, mushroom, mushroom, mushroom —

Mushroom, mushroom, mushroom, mushroom