Buffalo Tom - Tree House |
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Tree House
Buffalo Tom Seasons chang and I have found you Looks like you are here to stay Looks like you've been here a long time And I reason that that's O.K. You're way up in the trees When though, when will you be leaving Or afloat on the seas I can't afford your voice But I have no choice Your hurt drizzles forth twice nightly And I once held on to you so tightly You were made of wood And cried that no one understood But I had splinters in my fingers Tears well in my eyes No surprise Into my hands Washed swiftly from the sands Into my hands Tree house, your mind is like a tree house I climb up the shaky ladder Your bird flies with you With claws of orange hue So you got more I watch you flying over my head You were rotten to the core You could not care less Like driftwood from the shore Rotten to the core Seasons change Seasons change .. Seasons change (c) 1993 Scrawny Music, BMI |
