Willow Tree

In the dark, in the dark
In the dark of the willow tree

In the blackest corner of the hideaway
That's where you find me
I sit humming a tragic song
Calling on sorrows doves
There's no light in this disposition
I'm displaced by the imagery

In the dark, in the dark
In the dark of the willow tree

And I watch the sun peek through the leaves
I wonder if it's this dark below other trees
So I climb from the center, straight to the top
Your branches seem flimsy from way above

I slip on a knot
And your weakest parts
They reach out, they catch me, they place me
In the dark of the willow tree

That's where you keep me, safely
In the dark of the willow tree