I am climbing up a tree Staring at your window And the light is shining down on me I'm feeling pretty ill My mother says i will get better soon I hope i do 'cause i feel better, so much much better, without you I feel better, oh so much better, without you Without you Without you Hey, it's happening again Your voice is in the hall And all the faces look like you Come down here on the street We'll kiss this sweet concrete And we'll run on and on tonight until the road is over I feel better if i left And smashed that picture on your shelf Pretending like you killed yourself I'm at your window I can't see through