Sometimes I need to hide from my hideout
Others, trying to escape
I notice that it welcomes me
My fortress frightens me
And I fill it with my fear
But, one inside each other
We make ourselves a little more secure
Traces hidden under rugs that will not be taken away in the move
Low and insect-speckled lights
Locked doors, turbid windows, can't find the way out
This house hurts me within and
When I'm inside of It, I am it's pain
We hurt and we get hurt
The faucets and gutters that never stopped
Sorrows that flow through the gates
Each other's only hiding place
My blood descends from these walls, in cascades
My darkest ideas give the tones of these rooms
Repeating the smoke that intoxicates me within
Pieces of me, falling off the roof
From rooms where I've never been to
Visitor for my own home
Through the half-open window
I can see what seem like a silhouette
Of a swallow in the distance
(Has the day dawned for me?)
Crescents towards me it's just
The ebony and ominous bird comes
Through my chamber door
No bust of Pallas on which to perch
Upon my pallid soul
It's black wing to rest
My fortress frightens me, and I fill it with my fear
But, one inside each other, we make ourselves a little more secure
Traces hidden under rugs that will not
Be taken away in the move
Low and insect-speckled lights
Locked doors, turbid windows, can't find the way out
This house hurts me within and
When I'm inside of It, I am it's pain