They Might Be Giants — To a Forest

This stuff is complex Never figured out the part that comes next I'm out of my depth Everything I reach for Is out of my grasp And nothing comes next You figured on a change or a rest Well, that's a good guess Everything is shifting And shifting again Something punched my mind in the face Trapped me down under my pillowcase Now we're alone in this freaky place Our consciousness has been [Guitar solo] This stuff is complex Never figured out the part that comes next I'm out of my depth Everything I reach for Is out of my grasp There are forces out to destroy us I heard whispers, it was a warning They'll knock us out and drag us to a forest Yes, that's what I've been told