i'm here up in the tree
i make loops in the air

why am i here looking into your bedroom
why can't i be inside there, anywhere
cold as it is i still dream here of you
i won't come down until morning

i'm still up in the tree
i see you combing your hair
i hope you don't see me when you go to school.. soon

why am i here looking into your bedroom
why can't i be inside there, anywhere
cold as it is i still dream here of you
i won't come down until morning