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
tine in the fork in the road
Is pointing to heaven
But the sky is old
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 [bad word]