Take a seat underneath my willow treenDon’t touch your hair, nobody caresnLay with me in this field of fantasynWhere nothing’s real, do what you feelnnChorus:nTo make it better,nTo make it better,nTo make it betternO.C.DnnWatch the stars; there’s no one’s thoughts except for oursnAnd yours are fine, so just unwindnClose your eyes, feel the wind as it drifts bynTo wipe away debris from your facenn(Chorus)nnYou fell asleep, you got up and you left menBut I’ll be here, in your conscience nearnn(Chorus)n