From the recording Twisted Willow
Lyrics
UNDERNEATH ITS’ CANOPY, SUNLIGHT NEVER GETS TO ME, NO RAYS TO TOUCH THE CHOSEN SKIN, NO LIPS WILL KISS THE TAKEN. A RAZOR BLADE TO SLICE THE BUDS, SHOULD FRUIT APPEAR TO BEAR, AND WHEN I FIND THAT PERFECT SUNDAY, I WILL NOT BE THERE.
EVERYDAY IN RAIN OR SUNLIGHT, ITS’ TWISTED BRANCHES KNOW, IT’S THE VINE THAT CHOKES THE LIFE FROM ME, THE TWISTED WILLOW GROWS.
THE BARK IS SMOOTH, SOFT TO TOUCH, NO EDGES EVER SHOW,
BUT UNDERNEATH FROM POISON THOUGHT, THE TWISTED WILLOW KNOWS. IT’LL RAISE THE CORE FOUNDATION, OF THE LONGEST STANDING HOME, BREAK STRAIGHT THROUGH YOUR WALLS AND DOORS, IT KNOWS IF YOUR ALONE.
EVERYDAY IN RAIN OR SUNLIGHT, ITS’ TWISTED BRANCHES KNOW, IT’S THE VINE THAT CHOKES THE LIFE FROM ME, THE TWISTED WILLOW GROWS. IT’S THE VINE THAT CHOKES THE LIFE FROM ME, THE TWISTED WILLOW GROWS.
PALE THE LEAVES THAT FALL TO GROUND, WITHER THERE AND DIE, SPRING TO LIFE EVERY TIME OF YEAR,
I WILL NOT STAND BY. TAKING ALL, NEVER GIVING BACK, TO THE GROUND IN WHICH IT STANDS, LOOKING FOR THE PERFECT CIRCUMSTANCE, TO COVER ITS’ DEMANDS.
EVERYDAY IN RAIN OR SUNLIGHT, ITS’ TWISTED BRANCHES KNOW, IT’S THE VINE THAT CHOKES THE LIFE FROM ME, THE TWISTED WILLOW GROWS. IT’S THE VINE THAT CHOKES THE LIFE FROM ME, THE TWISTED WILLOW GROWS.