And though the tree sings
Nobody noticed that our love
Is falling apart at the seams
Though it seems like that
And in the winter
Snow piled high above our door
Trapped like a squirrel in a tree
I can't see the end
Do you love me
Like flowers look forward to springtime
When spiders ride on the breeze
Across the seas and plains
And though the tree sings
Nobody noticed that our love
Is falling apart at the seams
Though it seems like that
And though the tree sings