Shades but I need to go on,
Sending me back to the line,
Grow back my own night away,
So me my love don't you know.
Will I find a way,
Grow through the day,
Willow my mind.
A black hearse it drives through my mind,
Drives down this highway of time,
Grow back my own night away,
Hear the waves.
There comes a day,
When the shadows always pass away,
And quiet words seem to float but never last.
The timeless view that searchlights always find,
And we count in years.
I thought I'd need a way
To grow back through the day,
Willow my mind

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