The air is hanging heavy I hear the rocking of a chair The room's are all so barren No nothing could be there The curtains are hanging shredded Plasters falling off the walls The window's cracked and bleeding Bloods pouring down the halls But the Gardener keeps on trimming And the Maid keeps cleaning trays While around the house is rotting They don't watch as it decays The paper keeps on coming All the bills are paid on time They're content to call it harmony But nothing ever rhymes Perched by the crumbling fireplace The piano strikes a tune Its joined in by the voices Though no one's in the room Rain pelted all the windows The lightning stung the sky The plaster keeps on falling But the house will never die The Gardener keeps on trimming And the Maid keeps cleaning trays While around the house is rotting They don't watch as it decays The paper keeps on coming All the bills are paid on time They're content to call it harmony But nothing ever rhymes