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 I'm tired of the fork in the road It's pointing to Heaven But the sky is old I'm tired of the fork in the road It's 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 I'm tired of the fork in the road It's pointing to Heaven But the sky is old I'm tired of the fork in the road It's 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