First thing we do is build it up.
The second thing we do is
break it down.

Open up; let me in.
Let me in like
the Sun.
Like your son.

On top
Alone.
Like we were the dead.
Run to the next place where
you can't  find yourself.

When the lights come
we can tell me to slow it down.
But I feel as if they are telling me to keep going.
After some sign it's all I can see.
All I can feel.
All I can be.

It's coming over me.
And I can't see the other side of this building's ending.
Like this **** was never ending.

Oh, can you hear my cry?

Can you hear my cry, lowly?
Below the lullaby?

I can't wait to see you when I come home.
You'll be there
waiting at the footsteps of your door.
I hope.