I'm not looking for absolution For all my sins or every fight Smells like sneaking dissolution and I go out most every night I'm not the one here who has to hide Things like this don't grow on trees, babe! Things like this don't come for free Sometimes? The obvious is hard to see Like raindrops in the stormy sea So won't you live with me on my tree I can't regret misunderstandings Not even all the ones I've caused The best conditions for crashlanding So I'm not sure if I can stay And remain sincerely yours Things like.