The Janks - The Willow Song lyrics

The poor little soul sat sighing alone Beneath the sycamore tree Quivering shoulders, under covers In the bed where he dreams The cold sweat seeps into his brow His fearful mind will sift the ground While she watches from the shadows of the willow tree Heaven help me free my voice and scream Succubus is raping me The whites of her eyes are there But I still can't see her face The poor little soul sat crying alone Beneath the sycamore tree Sinking slowly Through the portal In the bed where he dreams The branches reach to pull him down To join the roots beneath the ground While she watches from the shadows of the willow tree Where can he be? Heaven help me free my voice and scream Succubus is raping me The whites of her eyes are there But I still can't see her face, ah