beneath a willow tree

It was one hundred degrees, as we sat beneath a willow tree,

Who's tears didn't care, they just hung in the air, and refused to fall, to fall

Cause I built you a home in my heart,

With rotten wood, it decayed from the start.

Cause at night the sun in retreat,

Made the skyline look like crooked teeth,

In the mouth of a man who was devouring, us both.

source: fffound, life in lomo