I can see the things she does for me
Im living in a treehouse
I live in constant fear
Awakening must be near
Im sleeping in a dreamhouse
Up in the trees

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
Cause its all been sold

I live with you
To die in a jamais vu
I love you
But this isnt true

I can see the things she does for me
Im living in a treehouse
I live in constant fear
Awakening must be near
Im sleeping in a dreamhouse
Waiting for the end