My love is a building The foundation beneath it was laid carelessly Workers smoked and drank, they were unaware and sweetly intoxicated My love is a building decaying in rain or snow It cannot withstand such trouble It is a strong yet fragile house A lovely uncouth prison, a clumsy little girl's doll house My love is a building It is hidden and silent like folding a sheet of tissue paper With every winter storm, it shivers in the wind I am sorry to my love For not taking care of you The wallpaper withers, falls onto your creaking wood floors As dust gathers in the basement Laying particles of the atmosphere over old pictures and mementos I still have your necklace And I will hang myself with it around my neck From the stairwellΒ Β Because everything else in this house Is falling apart anyways