Oh the road we’re on is slipping
And were gonna to let it slide.
This condition leads to laughter.
All assuming all are blind.
The lights are heading for the center
Yeah they caught us by surprise
Seconds counting indecision
Weeping Willow will decide.
Oh, the distance to the mourning in a dream.
Seems to last from dawn to night, day by day.
When I woke I had decided
When I died I made my peace
Sunlight bursting through the branches
Through my window through my sheets…
Am I here? Am I am I here?
Oh, the distance to the water in a dream.
Will I find my reflection when I see.
We look better in the morning,
we recognize the need to forget.
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