I like to walk along the weeping willow trees at night By myself to get away from it all The sky withholding nothing... no moon, no stars, no clouds In pitch-black darkness I go beneath the branches that hang down to my shoulders I let the leaves caress my hair and face Like a silky breeze, touching me Lifting me to a place I've never seen before I light a match, just to watch it burn... And the flame furns into a orange peel I can smell the juice that drips slowly, ever so slowly Down my fingers, to my wrist, to my elbows Am I here? Am I dead? Am I alive? Nobody answers, nobody knows But then again, who does? But then again, who does... ? The curtains that hang down on my window Are nocturnal blue It melts down to nothing in the sunlight While my cat stretches out the rug next to my bed? I look at myself in the mirror My reflaction invites me in The hards of time go back as I slip into unconsciousness Falling, ever so slowly to a place I've never seen before I sqnint my eyes for a better view Only to find that I am inside the scenery... Am I here? Am I dead? Am I alive? Nobody answers, nobody knows But then again, who does? But then again, who does...?