health

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?

Oh, oh

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