She casts her line away. One thousand times i will bite before she tears me from the lake. Our forrest thins. The soil that brought us trees
is now used to bury me, bury me, bury me.
We could paint over the walls with any color you want but the frame wont ever change. We could patch over the holes. We can recover.
We built this house when we were young. Now we don't build at all.
Cardboard statues line the halls. Her gods appear but they become her demons after all. Ill hold the flame to paper she has spread around.
Our neighbourhood is burning down, burning down, burning down.
We could paint over the walls with any color you want but the frame wont ever change. We could patch over the holes. We can recover.
We built this house when we were young. Now we don't build at all.
Make the fire separate. Gone. Keys keeping us; the is door is opening.
We will never be that brave. Take all you wanted. Take all you love
and box it up tight. If this foundation breaks there will be nothing left, nothing left, nothing left at all.