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

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

'Cause it's all been sold

I live with you

To die in jamais vu

I love you

But this isn't true

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

'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