Lyrics:

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 Long Ago,
i Saw Lovers Put On A Show,
well Now It's My Turn.

drive You Home,
and Then Wait By The Phone,
for That Call,
for A Walk In The Fall.

no Harm Will Come Of This,
one Little Midnight Kiss.
it Will Not Burn.
for 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