I wish we
were stuck up a tree
then we'd know
it's nicer below
I don't know any lullabys
i don't know how
to make you mine
but i can learn
in lonely days ago
i saw lovers put on a show
well now it's my turn
Drive you home
then wait by the phone
for that call
and a walk in the fall
No harm will come of this
one little midnight kiss
it will not burn
too many lonely days
i feel like a throw away
well now it's my turn
Falling down
is no longer around
feeling sun
i'm no longer one
well isn't this fun?