Up here in my tree yeah Newspapers mailing up to me yeah No more crowbars to my head yeah I'm trading stories with the leaves instead
Verse 2:
Wave to all my friends yeah They don't seem to notice me no I have asked it on the street Sidewalk cigarettes and seams oh
Chorus:
Dont be so hard about your misktake Dont be so hard the sky is grey Im so high I'm just wondering through my head Just like innocence
I commit the hand yeah So I move everything oh .. Its broken up just like me oh
Note: I'm not that proud of this transcription - lots of holes. If anyone out there can finish this for me I would be very grateful (at least I got the main riffs!!!!!)