Close your eyes and wait for stars to reveal their stories in the darkness under the large willow tree,
And heaven forbid you start to cry,
but from your eyelids ink will seep into the roots of the tree,
Giving life to the old willow tree.

Questioning why you laid here,
Underneath the spaceships in the sky,
When you could be running through the constellations,
and faulty paradises of what your mind says is real.

Close your eyes and trip along the small dipper,
To find your own head and home,
Leaving the tall willow tree to rot away in peace,
Spaceships crash and you're alone again.