Come into my humble home

and sit on the floor

Talk to me of nothing

It is only through space and silence that I breathe

Look outside my window

See the bright smiling faces

Look deep into my eyes

and wonder why the laughter died inside

Listen to the wind chimes

Locate them by the door

Watch the wind make love with stone

and forbid me to cry over that sad song once more

Shall I show you my kitchen?

It is empty

But somehow I can still hear the voices and cheers

From that place where I don’t belong

Enter my bedroom door

My dreams are plastered to the wall

Find the key to the mystery

of the secret longings of my soul

See my home is nice and tidy

But I beg you not to stare

You might find that behind those frames

are big, ugly holes

Come into my humble home

and sit on the floor

I will treat you nicely

Till you bleed with the sorrow of your soul