I am your house I watch your back at night I am your swaddling wrap Still sometimes you slip out
I am your house I will stand, I won’t collapse I am made of bricks and cracks My deep foundations are all sound
I am your house I'm see-through Because my rooms are made of glass I protect your body From the inside when I can
These beams are made of oak These beams are made of notes These beams covered with paper These beams covered in dust These beams are made of us These beams are made of us
