74 willows wept the day   i plotted my escape   the road looking diseased   under a blanket of leaves      back now full circle so it seems   with unused memories   of secrets not worth keeping    and willows weeping      i used to think this time of year   of flying over the fence and beyond here   but i don't think so anymore      i've been looking for the ending my story lacks   a strong enough magnet to pull me back   oh, you are that   oh, you are that      a new outlook for a cynical soul   the feeling i get when the opiates flow   you are that   oh, you are that      i found myself slipping in the snow   adrenalin did flow   adding a smoke-screen    to this flashback scene      my brain raced right back from numb   a peculiar reaction   to those windows creaking   your voice speaking      i think of us travelling at night   at a hundred times the speed of light   i don't think so anymore      i've been looking for the ending my story lacks   a strong enough magnet to pull me back   oh, you are that   oh, you are that      a new outlook for a cynical soul   the feeling i get when the opiates flow   you are that   oh, you are that      [instrumental]      i think of us travelling at night   at a hundred times the speed of light   i don't think so anymore      i've been looking for the ending my story lacks   a strong enough magnet to pull me back   oh, you are that   oh, you are that      a new outlook for a cynical soul   the feeling i get when the opiates flow   you are that   oh, you are that      oh, you are...that