Weeping Willow کے بول

I sleep in weeping willow beds Chalk chalking on every wall and window sill and ledge And cover it up with sweeping telescopic eyes They're on fire It's the window You're the light Tie it up for an insincere refrain Hands clapping on the walls, so tap your feets and shake your chains oh those battle scars they don't effect your heart the wanting makes us pilots in the dark Chiming up every vocal chord we have Arms smacking all the drums to make a retroactive dance People i once loved we used to laugh because In the future we were all going to be someone