Weeping Willow

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