When is too soon, when is too late
When should we trust the power of fate
Forward, backward, the path I take
I sleep and wait, I rise, I ache

I scattered clues for you to find,
An innocent face, yet a mastermind
I drew my cards when stars aligned,
Revealing a picture of hands intertwined

High above the leaves,
a world for you and me
Nestled in the arms
of a big, mighty tree
Secrets are spilled
on a pleasant afternoon tea
Soft giggles and sleep so cozy

Shadow and light danced on our skin
A thread tied on finger, our promise ring
Time may weaken
the wooden flooring 'till it creaks
But here we stay,
for countless autumns and springs

With ease swayed our body
to the birds' melody
Our names and a heart carved
on the bark of the tree
In this height we dreamed
and prayed in peace
Up here we belong
the treehouse, you and me