i could be your dreamworld dollhouse
i could be your house of leaves
hallways twisting in your dreams
and cupboards bursting at the seams
rooms you forgot that you remember
radiators sing in december
doors unlocked by dark of night
that dissapear in morning light
when you wake, where do you go?
tell me tell me i want to know
can i sneak a door into your workplace
or merge with where you live these days
always with you, in the back of your mind
i am yours, and you are mine
the Outside rules with heavy hand, but
please alice, come back to wonderland.
where do houses go
when they die?
when the ash trees cut, and the windows shut
and the garden's dead and dry?
where do houses go
when they die?
cuz i know it's not to nowhere
i've been living through your eyes
