Seasons change and I have found you Looks like you've been here a long time Looks like you're here to stay And I reason that that's O.K. When though, when will you be leaving Way up in the trees 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 'cause 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 And 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