I measure all
The white trees
When they unfold
I listen to the sound
Of shinning claws
Scratching the walls
Before the morning comes
Brick by brick
This house is gone
From high above you
I would fall
Too much like a fantasy?
Or too serious
I'll show you signs
Pictures
Digital proof
My weapons are
Unloaded
And stacked away
From high above you
I would fall
I move the bed
To the center of the room
