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