A cross is perched upon the house
statues animate
Lovers look so blue tonight
the flies are coming late
The windows in the hall downstairs
the flowers in the vase
A man stares at the mirror now
a drone without a face

The water and the pipes are frozen
ice sustaining lust
Stoppage in the lower levels
the building up of lust
Upon the cieling shapes are moving
conversion of the calls
The cracks are seeping all that's left
he's staring at the walls

Chorus:

Stability can always be replaced
Apologies are easily erased
The limits of imagination cannot take away
the edge to all the methods I can use to make you stay