Seasons chang and I have found you

Looks like you've been here a long time

Looks like you are here to stay

And I reason that that's O.K.

When though, when will you be leaving

You're way up in the trees

Or afloat on the seas

I can't afford your voice

But I have no choice



Your hurt drizzles forth twice nightly

And I once held on to you so tightly

You were made of wood

And cried that no one understood

But I had splinters in my fingers

Tears well in my eyes

No surprise

Washed swiftly from the sands

Into my hands

Into my hands



Tree house, your mind is like a tree house

I climb up the shaky ladder

Your bird flies with you

With claws of orange hue

I watch you flying over my head

You could not care less

So you got more

Like driftwood from the shore

You were rotten to the core

Rotten to the core



Seasons change

Seasons change

Seasons change

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(c) 1993 Scrawny Music, BMI