Seems we're building a house
The words fell like stones from our mouths
Which side of the door did we land
When our soft hands drew up these plans

Hold your eyes from the windows
Backs align backs standing below
How cruel can it feel when the breeze blows
And I'm tucked in this bed, in this head

Seems we're putting our walls built from
Times and tricks learned in previous wars
How could we have been so terribly sure
We wouldn’t lock ourselves up, like we've both done before

Hold your eyes from the windows
Backs align backs standing below
How cruel it can feel when the breeze blows
And I'm tucked in this bed, in this head

How to lose these bricks like
Bones that sow our celling
Disguised so greenly in a picture book
The TV screen, oh

Read to me about my feelings
So fall of sleep and I'm dream believing and
When I wake will you believe me or
Will you accuse me while you need it