Treehouse Song - Nina Nastasia

Our address was in the sky

Just a roof of woven reeds

You and I

On the highest front

Of a very tall tree

Months and months we’d stay up high

Because all the climbing takes such time

And we’d live on the blooms carried in by the breeze

Every night I’d promise you

We’d go down to see the friends we once knew

But every night I’d make an excuse

And I never came down from the roof

I awoke and you had flown

Just an impression of you next to me

And the terrible sound of the clapping of leaves

Every night I’d promise you

We’d go down to see the friends we once knew

But every night I’d make an excuse

And I never came down from the roof.