Under The Willow Tree

All my dreams float up

Through the willow tree

Only to float back down next to me

And if you were waiting there for me

Under the willow tree

There's the clocks two arms

Pointing straight at me

Cause I'm killing time unremorsefully

And I know it's not a bad choice for me

Under the willow tree

I have become the moral of the story

They say, \"Don't end up like that one\"

And then plot my future for me

So I'll stay lost in summer's teeth

And he grinds up my bones to make his treats

And you'll all pay up for a taste of me

Under the willow tree