Tree House

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

Yeah seasons change

Seasons change

Seasons change...