And I could watch you, from underneath the tree tops
From underneath the tree tops, with you
And I could find your face, from underneath the tree tops
From underneath the tree tops, with you
And I could understand your love, when we sit in the field
When we sit in the field, my dear
And you could make me laugh, in the middle of the nighttime
In the middle of the nighttime with you
And you would hold my hand, when you spoke lies to me honey
When you spoke lies to me, in the eve
I would always listen, when your words turns fiction
When your words turn to fiction, all the time