The red gutters and the bright yellow panes
Bright blue water flowing when it rains
The green grass creeping over the lawn
Bright yellow sun peaking out at dawn

But what it’s really all about
Is when you turn it inside-out
The lonely darkness then revealed
With a cold blackness again sealed

My friend, are you not maybe so:
Outside all bright and cheery
Where green grass and blue streams flow.

But inside you’re just as weary
And do not actually grow
As this dark house so cold and earie