All my dreams float up
Through the willow tree
Only to float back down next to me
And if you were waiting there with me
Under the willow tree
There's the clocks two hands
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 plot my future for me
But I'll stay stuck in summer's teeth
He grinds up my bones to make his treats
And you'll all pay up for a taste of me
Under the willow tree