I live in a house
With an odd number and no windows
Everything is airtight
No door that opens from the outside
When there are visitors
The entire house changes
It's the same things
In another colour and in another place
Zones are compressed
For new parts that will expand
Vacuum sealed
Nothing can get in or out
Out here it's blurry
It's hot inside there
Out here it's blurry
It's hot inside there
I live in a house
Where you can't invent a thing anymore
When it's quiet
The house will want to burn down
What the fire doesn't take away
Or what the fire doesn't want to take
The gravel will cover it up
Or I'll try to cover it up
Letting it burn itself out
Is to give it freedom to remodel