Grass hides beneath the frost outside
And I dream, of places that I could hide
I could sleep beside You among the willow trees
Until the storm is over
Walking through the fresh air, raindrops kissing my nose
Dodging all unhappiness in glee.
As I ponder up to You, I wonder
What happened to being the bright eyed girl
You told me to be
I’m always told to be
Why can’t I just be me?
So just stop being a stranger
And listen to the love that’s pouring from my heart
Can you stop being a ghost in my dreams
Wouldn’t you like to lay, Wouldn’t you like to lie
Among the willow trees with me?