Canon Blue

Treehouse
Alone 
on the way up 
No sound coming out of the radio Alone
 on the way back down Follow where the voice leads
 Escape into the walls 

Creeping down the hallways 
Avoiding all the doors 

The tree grows Through the window
 Hanging with its fruit 
Pull away the fingers 
And chop away the roots I can hold fast 
Grounded to the wooden floor at last 

While my hands reach out 
The spirit leaves escaping from the ground Alone 
on the way up 
No sound coming out of the radio Alone
 on the way back down 

 Here such a long time
 Here such a Who built such a strange place?
 Wandering through the dark Aus Songtexte Mania