74 willows wept the day

i plotted my escape

the road looking diseased

under a blanket of leaves



back now full circle so it seems

with unused memories

of secrets not worth keeping

and willows weeping



i used to think this time of year

of flying over the fence and beyond here

but i don't think so anymore



i've been looking for the ending my story lacks

a strong enough magnet to pull me back

oh, you are that

oh, you are that



a new outlook for a cynical soul

the feeling i get when the opiates flow

you are that

oh, you are that



i found myself slipping in the snow

adrenalin did flow

adding a smoke-screen

to this flashback scene



my brain raced right back from numb

a peculiar reaction

to those windows creaking

your voice speaking



i think of us travelling at night

at a hundred times the speed of light

i don't think so anymore



i've been looking for the ending my story lacks

a strong enough magnet to pull me back

oh, you are that

oh, you are that



a new outlook for a cynical soul

the feeling i get when the opiates flow

you are that

oh, you are that



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i think of us travelling at night

at a hundred times the speed of light

i don't think so anymore



i've been looking for the ending my story lacks

a strong enough magnet to pull me back

oh, you are that

oh, you are that



a new outlook for a cynical soul

the feeling i get when the opiates flow

you are that

oh, you are that



oh, you are...that