I climbed a tree when I was nine I hung above a perfect scene Oh this perfect scene The winter birds were flying home in a crooked V My jacket ripped and I was bit by frozen teeth Who ever said lovers can't be fighters? I never said, never said Who ever said lovers can't be fighters Never saw my face When April came I finally climbed down from my branch And said I've seen the coldest colds And I'm ready to grow old without you I can do this alone Nature doesn't make mistakes I can do this alone Nature doesn't make mistakes