When Worlds Collide Lyrics - Singles - Perpetual Dream Theory

if the world gets any smaller 

never see the inner parting sweet sorrow 

if the pulse gets any fainter 

like being in pictures 

when worlds collide 

in the shape of 

a weeping willow tree 

in the shape of 

your spirit leaving me 

if the sound gets any paler 

the party is over, another false start 

if the rise gets any steeper 

hang out in the air and 

shout me your grief 

in the shape of 

a weeping willow tree 

in the shape of 

your spirit leaving me