Lyrics

There across the street
just past that yellow line
Under that willow tree
is where I learned to die

I was in my teens
on my way back home
I jumped into that stream
to save my burning soul

My eyes were burning red
the rocks felt like fire
That willow cut my head
just above the brow

The meadow was not far
its green light I could see
On the back side of the farm
just past that willow tree

But my breath I could not catch
my spirit would not rise
That tree, it marked my death
beneath those heavy skies

Its branches were spaghetti
the noodles they covered me
My blood, the marinara
dripping from that willow tree

© 2006