74 willows wept the day
I plotted my escape
The road looking diseased
Under a blanket of leaves
Back now full circle
So it seems
With unused memories
Of secrets not worth keeping
And willows weeping
I used to this time of year
Of flying over the fence and beyond here
But I don’t think so
I’ve been looking for
The ending my story lacks
A strong enough to pull me back
Oh you are that oh you are that
A new outlook for a cynical soul
The feeling I get when the opiates flow
You are that oh you are that
Found myself slipping in the snow
Adrenaline did flow
Adding a smoke-screen to this
Flash-back scene
My brain raced right back from numb
A peculiar reaction
To those windows creaking
Your voice speaking
I think of us travelling at night
At a hundred times the speed of
Light
I don’t think so anymore
I’ve been looking for
The ending my story lacks
A strong enough magnet to pull me back
Oh you are that oh you are that
A new outlook for a cynical soul
The feeling I get when the opiates flow
You are that oh you are that
I think of us travelling at night
At a hundred times the speed of
Light
I don’t think so anymore
I’ve been looking for
The ending my story lacks
A strong enough magnet to pull me back
Oh you are that oh you are that
A new outlook for a cynical soul
The feeling I get when the opiates flow
You are that oh you are that
Oh you are that
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