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