I live on a hill
In a small house that I built
I live there alone
I don't call it home
I'm feeling strange
They are still here
My world will change
They're all still here
Face at the window
Two open eyes
Moans in the pipes
I'll just cast my eyes
On the next rise
Then run to my chair
Don't want to know what's over there
It's now been years
They are coming
Skies turn grey
They're at my door
I sometimes return
They are here
And inside I burn