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