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As I look beyond the windows
Of this ever changing flat
Though its weathered
Disappointment
And so tainted by regret

And it's many lives deflated
After following it's feet
But it's spine articulated
With ambition in the eaves

And these ever-leaving legs
Always stepping out of line
And this busy, tangled head
Holding back it's burning mind

And the movement of a crawling world
Scraping on its shins
Fearing every little change
And fighting what could win

Welcome to my house
The moment has taken its form
Welcome to my house
I just want to thank you
For knocking upon my door

As I wander through the hallways
Of this castle and its keeps
Reflections in the mirrors
And my oversights in heaps

And its many fears created
In the basement of its mind
And the times it hesitated
When it should have had some pride

And these ever-stretching arms
Always looking past their reach
And these calloused, wrinkled palms
Always worried, always leashed

And the shadows of a world outside
Who think you're just skin deep
Have they seen it all before
Or have they never learned to see

Welcome to my house
The moment has taken its form
Welcome to my house
I just want to thank you
For knocking upon my door

And these ever-working hands
Always pushing past their prime
And this pale, yawning skin
Always giving into time

Oooh…
Oooh…
Oooh…
Oooh…

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