Treehouse Lyrics

Alone 
on the way up

No sound coming out of the radio
Alone
 on the way back down

Follow where the voice leads

Escape into the walls


Creeping down the hallways

Avoiding all the doors


The tree grows
Through the window

Hanging with its fruit

Pull away the fingers

And chop away the roots

I can hold fast

Grounded to the wooden floor at last


While my hands reach out

The spirit leaves escaping from the ground

Alone 
on the way up

No sound coming out of the radio
Alone
 on the way back down



Here such a long time

Here such a

Who built such a strange place?

Wandering through the dark