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

Aaaaah

Born on top of whatever 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

Aaaaah

Can I wear your gloves when
My hands are breaking off?
Can I wear your gloves and then come down?
Can I wear your gloves when
My hands are breaking off?
Can I wear your gloves and then calm down?

Go!

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

Aaaaah