The Tourist

Born on top of a cedar
You can't see me
But I see whatever
You are moving
Can't you put up a ladder
Can't you free me?
I'm on top of the cedar
Waving, screaming
Aaaaaaah
Born on top of a cedar
You can't see me
But I feel the shiver
When you are moving
Can't you put up a ladder
Can't you meet me?
I'm not holding a treasure
I'm waving, screaming
Aaaaaaah
Can I wear your gloves before my hands break off?
Can I wear your gloves and then come down?
Can I wear your gloves before my hands break off?
Can I wear your gloves and then calm down?
Born on top of a cedar
I'm watching my breathing
It's been almost forever
Since I've been feeling
I can't touch you however
I can't lean out
Stuck on top of this cedar
That I have brought up
Aaaaaaah