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
