Willow, sing for me
With shaky fever, stranger than a
Long gone harmony
Pulled from the edges of old mankind
Tell me the story
About the morning I was born
Don't leave anything out
That I could cling onto
Left under your weeping lace
My legs gave out underneath me
Right now, the effort it takes just to raise my head
Mother, it's more than I have in a day
Willow, scream for me
Open your wings wider than the sun
I've forgotten to fear the fire I was forged from
Wildflower pillow
Come see how weak I've become
Bring warmth to the cold moving shiver across my spine
Oh on the the way to your dream embrace
My eyes start to deceive me
I pray to the faces in your floating leaves:
Show me what future remains
Daylight is breaking
Hear the bells' chaotic ring
There's a gun on my hip
I must be dreaming, I smile
Are you right here with me?
Is that your whisper in my skull?
The farther it came calmed the horror of changes in time
Go, I've already seen my fate bent through the light of your branches
Until my body releases and I drift away, I'll cling to your canopy still
Into your canopy still
I cling to your canopy
"Old weeping willow, got cut down years ago
I would show you the way there, but the path is overgrown
That old weeping willow got cut down years ago!
I don't know, but that thing you found might guide us home."