They looking at me when I sleep,
Hang up their twigs all around me,
But I have promises to keep,
She's always waiting just for me.
The town where I live is boring,
I just wanted some alone time.
I'm drowning in this pantomime,
Swear I could wake up this morning.
Their leaves seems be melancholic,
When they tossing in the cold haze.
Maybe some call me a psychotic,
I get lost in this woman's gaze.
And inside this lot of sadness,
I want to go back in the dream,
Willows trees mean the loneliness,
Of a poor man who want to scream.
