I was still life.
I was pinned inside of a photograph.
When I realized
You had slipped outside of the scenery
With only what you need to survive
So why did you come to me
If you looking at the enemy?
Open up
Open up
Open up
Open your houses
I was waiting.
I was reconstructing the memory,
Unbelieving in the changes looming inside of me,
The pulse of an irregular life.
But why did you turn away
Before the horn sounds
Over the dark terrain
And the weapons of the enemy?
Open up
Open up
Open up
Open your houses
And let in the eye
