I'm under your spell
God, how can this be?
Playing with my memory
You know I've been through hell
Willow, don't you see
There'll be nothing left of me
You made me believe
Believe me I don't want to go
Tara/Giles:
And it'll grieve me 'cause I love you so
But we both know...
Wish I could say
The right words to lead you through this land
Wish I could play the father
And take you by the hand
Tara (Simultaneously):
Wish I could trust
That it was just this once but I must do what I
must I can't adjust
To this disgust
We're done and I just
Tara/Giles:
Wish I could stay
Wish I could stay
Wish I could stay
Wish I could