I watched the weeping willow sway
Dance and fight in the rain
Branches pushing for space
There is a calm that can occur when the sky gets violent
We've evolved to consume all threats as nourishment
But it feels helpless that no resistance
Can change the course of the wind
I want control
To dominate the ethereal
I can't let go
I've made my bed, now I'll sleep in it
The suffering is senseless
There is no poetry in death but we create it
Clear rooms when we mention ghosts
If you're not afraid, I don't think you get it
There's no getting out
I want control
To dominate the ethereal
I can't let go
I've made my bed, now I'll sleep in it
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I watched the weeping willow sway
Dance and fight in the rain
Branches pushing for space
There is a calm that can occur when the sky gets violent
We've evolved to consume all threats as nourishment
But it feels helpless that no resistance
Can change the course of the wind
I want control
To dominate the ethereal
I can't let go
I've made my bed, now I'll sleep in it
The suffering is senseless
There is no poetry in death but we create it
Clear rooms when we mention ghosts
If you're not afraid, I don't think you get it
There's no getting out
I want control
To dominate the ethereal
I can't let go
I've made my bed, now I'll sleep in it
Dance and fight in the rain
Branches pushing for space
There is a calm that can occur when the sky gets violent
We've evolved to consume all threats as nourishment
But it feels helpless that no resistance
Can change the course of the wind
I want control
To dominate the ethereal
I can't let go
I've made my bed, now I'll sleep in it
The suffering is senseless
There is no poetry in death but we create it
Clear rooms when we mention ghosts
If you're not afraid, I don't think you get it
There's no getting out
I want control
To dominate the ethereal
I can't let go
I've made my bed, now I'll sleep in it
Writer: Alex Lloyd
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid