Píseň: Treehouse
I can see The things she does for me I'm living in a treehouse I live in constant fear Awakening must be near I'm sleeping in a dreamhouse A tine in the fork in the road Is pointing to heaven But the sky is old A tine in the fork in the road Is pointing at nothing Cos it's all been sold I live with you To die in a jamais vu I love you But this isn't true
