Up here in my tree,
Newspapers matter not to me, no
No, no more crowbars to my head,
I've got the whispers of the leaves, instead
Yeah
I remember when
I thought I knew everything
But knowledge is a tree,
It's growing up just like me,
It's still growing up just like me,
Still growing
Still beating
Still avoiding dying
Still praying
Still loving
Still avoiding crying
There's a crow flying
There's a tree growing
Tomorrow I'll learn something
I never thought I know