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