Morrissey:
Willow, weep for me
Bow your tallest tree
Down to the infamous hands
Of someone no one understands
I'm not unique in this
It's based on none but my mistake
At night I lie awake
Thinking of all the hearts I'd happily break
Morrissey & Emilie:
It's cruel I know
At least they tell me so
Well someone lock me up and throw away the key
Because I'm not ashamed, oh no
Oh, willow
Morrissey & Emilie:
That I only write love songs
To those whom I don't love
I only reach for him
Who's tied to someone else's glove
That which I hold inside
Which I admire and deride
Which I protect and hide is yours
Emilie:
Willow, weep for me
Don't think I don't see
This life I'm living in two
But still it's something I must do
I'm not unique in this
Nor am I special, sweet or kind
I court a thousand smiles
Yet I keep my own to hide behind
Emilie & Morrissey:
It's cruel I know
At least they tell me so
Well someone lock me up and throw away the key
Because I'm not ashamed, oh no
Oh, willow
Emilie & Morrissey:
That I only write love songs
To those whom I don't love
I only reach for him
Who's tied to someone else's glove
That which I hold inside
Which I admire and deride
Which I protect and hide is yours
Morrissey:
Slander and dissention
Emilie:
They're parlor games to me
Morrissey:
Papers overrun with lies too mad to mention
You say they never hurt you
Emilie:
No consequence, I'm happy
Morrissey:
We're much too far above it all
Morrissey & Emilie:
But oh no, that's not true
Morrissey:
These wicked pastimes take their toll
Emilie:
These tyrant vices break your soul
Morrissey & Emilie:
Deliver me from all I am
And all I never want to be
Morrissey & Emilie:
I love you (Oh willow, willow, willow)
Doubt me not
Rewrite this plot for all to see
Morrissey & Emilie:
And I only write love songs
To those whom I don't love
I only reach for him
Who's tied to someone else's glove
That which I hold inside
Which I admire and deride
Which I protect and hide is yours
Emilie:
Bend your branches to the ground and hold me close
Morrissey & Emilie:
Let me harmonize with all we knew
Share your sympathy and weep for me
Oh, willow, heal the hearts I've broken
Make me pure and start my song anew
Morrissey & Emilie:
For I only write love songs
To those whom I don't love
I only reach for him
Who's tied to someone else's glove
That which I hold inside
Which I admire and deride
Which I protect and hide is yours
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