The Quill - Silver Haze

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