When I was a child a spider told me I should go
to the crying willow tree that in my heart grows
It was hard at first to find him,
I had a hidden treasure, but no maps, and no direction.
But as you grow up you start to realize:
that place you were born into is idealized
And the people you thought loved you
you can't recognise
Slowly I began feeling a seed become him
Discovered things my eyes could not see
and found myself living under a crying willow tree
Away from the mankind, close to my heart I was free.
I used to go there and swing from the brunches
sit by his trunk to deal with the punches
I found a friend in me; not an it, but a him:
Living for love with Vincent, the crying willow tree
Out of the world with Vincent, the love I kept for me
But as you grow up you start to realize:
that place you were born into is eating you alive
You'll have to step right in it and forget all the fantasy tonight
or you'll miss on the very best things in life
And I did. For a very long time.
Forgot the way back inside.
Vincent cried.
But I didn't know, I was alright.
Now that I have good friends that love me and care,
I find it overwhelming, I need to go back in there
Make my only worries be about myself
Find Vincent in the wildness of my heart and breathe his air
You don't know the jungle that is now your heart though,
it won't be an easy ride, like when you were a child.
As you grow up you start to realize:
Your deepest secrets grow a nightmare night inside
Confess your sins to heaven now,
'cause there'll be no church in the wild
to the crying willow tree that in my heart grows
It was hard at first to find him,
I had a hidden treasure, but no maps, and no direction.
But as you grow up you start to realize:
that place you were born into is idealized
And the people you thought loved you
you can't recognise
Slowly I began feeling a seed become him
Discovered things my eyes could not see
and found myself living under a crying willow tree
Away from the mankind, close to my heart I was free.
I used to go there and swing from the brunches
sit by his trunk to deal with the punches
I found a friend in me; not an it, but a him:
Living for love with Vincent, the crying willow tree
Out of the world with Vincent, the love I kept for me
But as you grow up you start to realize:
that place you were born into is eating you alive
You'll have to step right in it and forget all the fantasy tonight
or you'll miss on the very best things in life
And I did. For a very long time.
Forgot the way back inside.
Vincent cried.
But I didn't know, I was alright.
Now that I have good friends that love me and care,
I find it overwhelming, I need to go back in there
Make my only worries be about myself
Find Vincent in the wildness of my heart and breathe his air
You don't know the jungle that is now your heart though,
it won't be an easy ride, like when you were a child.
As you grow up you start to realize:
Your deepest secrets grow a nightmare night inside
Confess your sins to heaven now,