The View

In your house is a room I avoid

Full of junk and broken toys

In my house...

In my house

Ideas grow and levitate

In your house

Is a voice I obey

And I can touch the sky

I can feel freedom

I can taste purity

I cast off chains

To put them on again.

In your house

Time expands and touches on experience

In my house

There is a roof I reach through deceiptive means

To see the view

And I can touch the sky

I can feel freedom

I can taste purity

I cast off chains

To put them on again.

And I can touch the sky

I can feel freedom

I can taste purity

I cast off chains

To put them on again

To put them on again