"Treehouse" by Nada Surf

I can see 
The things she does for me 
I'm living in a treehouse
I live in constant fear 
Awakening must be near 
I'm sleeping in a dreamhouse
A tine in the fork in the road 
Is pointing to heaven 
But the sky is old
A tine in the fork in the road 
Is pointing at nothing 
Cos it's all been sold
I live with you 
To die in a jamais vu 
I love you 
But this isn't true