Old jewelry rests at the feet of ornate statues
They once had to be painstakingly painted on a canvas
And became real after the painting was burned centuries ago
Everything precious rests in the same place

A beloved cat lost to old age lays on a cushion
While his mother licks at his head attentively
Reunited again after seventeen years
Everything precious rests in the same place

A grandmother once again makes too much food
Even though she knew you couldn't finish it all
You're free to take from the plate again whenever you like
Everything precious rests in the same place

An unfinished medley plays softly in these halls
It would've been the old flutist's last piece
Though he never got the chance to quite perfect it
Everything precious rests in the same place