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
Up in a tree
I'm tired of the fork in the road
It's pointing to Heaven
But the sky is old
I'm tired of the fork in the road
It's pointing at nothing
'Cause it's all been sold
I live with you
To die in jamais vu
I love you
But this isn't true
I'm tired of the fork in the road
It's pointing to Heaven
But the sky is old
I'm tired of the fork in the road
It's pointing at nothing
'Cause it's all been sold
I can see
The things she does for me
I'm living in a treehouse
I live in constant fear
Awakening must be near
Sleeping in a dreamhouse
Waiting for the end
