Man-eating Tree Armed
I do not know why
I am giving this to you
But here it is;
The number of days left
Instead of an ocean of time
I painted a house
- Around you -
And locked the door
Left you at the shore
Until came the flood
No more, Can time bring mercy?, forgiveness?
The ghosts can choose their houses to haunt
The thought of time
Passing opened it for me
I had never known
what I need or heard, what you really meant
By saying that I live (in) a house
That would collapse
By any minute to come
As if washed by flood
No more, can time bring mercy?, forgiveness?
The ghosts can choose their houses to haunt
Or time be disarmed
Like a weapon to stand still
From these shores of time
we will be exiled into
A place where things Obey
Rules laid down
Laws that are....
A place where things Obey
Rules laid down
Laws that are
Heavy like walls of stone
Like the shores washed by flood
No more, can time bring mercy?, forgiveness?
The ghosts can choose their houses to haunt.
Noooo, No more, can time bring mercy?, forgiveness?
The ghosts can choose their houses to haunt
Heavy like walls of stone
