The Treehouse Song

When I woke

I took the backdoor to my mind

and then I spoke

I counted all of the good things you are

and that list of charms was

longer than my chain of broken hearts

and when the day was done

I figured I had already lost

from the start – from the start

I was gonna love you till the end of all daytime

and I was gonna keep all our secret signs and our lullabies

I was made to believe that our love would grow old

we were gonna live in a treehouse and make babies

and we were gonna bury our ex-lovers and their ghosts

baby we were made of gold

so many times

we drank fine wine in one swallow

and in those late nights

we painted our walls bright yellow