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......