Say, what a lovely place.
This makeshift home from rented space.
Stay for a million hours
On heirloom chairs without the power.

Yes it’s cozy.

I shout when I can’t see.
You barely speak but it’s what I need.
There, there won’t always be these storms outside or inside me.

In this light that is flickering,
Will we find all those small things?
In our lives, that lack meaning,
Will we find all those small things?

Say, what a lovely place.
Old plaster walls humbled to taste.
Plates make a paper sea.
You see through dark right into me.

In this light that is flickering,
Will we find all those small things?
In our lives, that lack meaning,
Will we find all those small things?

Yes it’s cozy.