The weaving willow
Stops playing
Night seeps in
As so much water from the ceiling
Which the manager calls condensation
And you doubt yourself
Your hands
The whole lot of it
A voice lost before the ringing phone stops
The Weaving Willow
The weaving willow
Stops playing
Night seeps in
As so much water from the ceiling
Which the manager calls condensation
And you doubt yourself
Your hands
The whole lot of it
A voice lost before the ringing phone stops
