Silver Haze - The Quill

Springtime`s coming any day now the trees are shooting green

But inside of me the winter’s screaming, the chill is freezing me

The melting snow is dripping down my spine, please leave me be

Underneath my willow tree

Well where do I go from here, oh these wicked ways

I can see you disappear in a silver haze

Springtime’s coming any day now the well begins to flow

But what is real and what is fiction I’m not the one to know

It’s the shimmering refrain, I long to be

Underneath my willow tree

Well where do I go from here, oh these wicked ways

I can see you disappear in a silver haze

Inside of me can you see what is going on

See what is coming around

Put me to sleep 'til the winter is gone

In the green of the meadows I drown