James Arthur - Treehouse

Come meet me at my treehouse
Yeah, we'll be blowing sweet clouds
Yeah, we can pretend the world's just you and me
When the lights are out below us (Oh, oh)
You ever start to freak out (Freak out)
Come meet me at my treehouse
We can forget the world, just you and me
Aw yeah, it's alright, alright, alright now