How important is it to you
If our house that's made out of wood
Falls down

Was it me who sent you away?
From our garden made out of clay
To search for new terrain
For spaces made from
Other houses built out of stone
There's a light on nobody's home
To welcome you
From the darkness down by the road
And nurture you back to

Heady foreman at the trigger
Swimming backwards up the river
From the coastline to deliver
Certainty, honestly

Who could be what you're waiting for
Who could want you more

How important was it to you
Other faces come around
If our house and our avenue
Were to crumble down to the ground
And cover you
And cut into
And nurture you back to health