A Forest. Any forest in particular? Maybe the same one as Path Through the Forest. Or the one Little Red Riding Hood experienced on her way to Grandma's house. Or maybe Mirkwood. An eerie, discomfiting place to say the least, and The Cure put you right in the gothic rock heart of it. A thick atmosphere of bass and drums, skinny branches of guitar reaching out to grab at you.
It doesn't get more hopelessly Blair Witch Project than when Robert Smith sings at the end:
Suddenly I stop
But I know it's too lateI'm lost in a forest
All alone
The girl was never there
It's always the same
I'm running towards nothing
Again and again and again and again
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