Seasons chang and I have found you  Looks like you've been here a long time  Looks like you are here to stay  And I reason that that's O.K.  When though, when will you be leaving  You're way up in the trees  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  Washed swiftly from the sands  Into my hands  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  I watch you flying over my head  You could not care less  So you got more  Like driftwood from the shore  You were rotten to the core  Rotten to the core  Seasons change  Seasons change  Seasons change  ..  © 1993 Scrawny Music, BMI