Treehouse

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