White owl
Now the railroad's ending
Cracked iron
'Neath the power line

Fir trees
Growin' a tunnel making
Swept away
Now the birds run these grounds

The trampoline
In the quiet mansion
The black heart
On the dead man's skin

The fountaineer
And the frozen fountain
His right chin
On your pale blue skin right now

Black owls
Up in the ballroom painting
Your silhouette
On the moodham floor

No one here
But the fir trees remember
The coal train
Of the chandeliers