And they took me to the brick house To the tiled room I was sent All their vices under pale skin In the house, I came around And they told me of the homelands Of the harm outside this door All my memories in a small box In the house, I came around And for you, they will call Provenance Provenance Provenance Provenance ♪ And they led me to the black room To the one with eyes like bees All the passion and the blind hate In the house I came around Where you found me in the roof truss On the day we tried to live I count dead bees on the first floor In the house I've never been And for you, I will call Provenance The trees Provenance The seas Provenance Your lies Provenance Your eyes Provenance The trees Provenance The seas Provenance Your lies Provenance Your eyes