A House

Seems we're building a house

With words that fell like stones from our mouths

Which side of the door did we land

When our soft hands

Drew up these plans

How warm your eyes from the window

With my bags on my back

Standing below

How cruel it can feel when the breeze blows

And I'm tucked in this bed

In this head

Seems we're putting up walls

Built from time and tricks learnt in previous wars

How could we have been so terribly sure

We wouldn't lock ourselves in

Like we've both done before

How warm your eyes from the window

With my bags on my back

Standing below

How cruel it can feel when the breeze blows

And I'm tucked in this bed

In this head

How to move these

Bricks like bones

This skull a ceiling

A garden so green

In a picture book

A TV screen

Read to me about my feelings

I'll fall asleep and dream of leaving

When I wake will you believe me

Where's the key

And why do you need it