The Mansion - Microphones
There's no end there's no glory
There's a slow resounding story
There's no place to feel certain
There's nobody waiting for me
There's no stand of trees
No morning
There's a curve without a warning
There is weird and lasting sadness
There's no large and lengthy warming
There's no heat there's no expansion
There's no door into the mansion
Lengthy warming sweet removal
Sweet expanse sweet and substantial
There's no flesh
There's no fingers in my hair
I see a tunnel
We built walls tall and solid between
The treasure and the shovel
I see an inn i see a fountain
There's a trail over the mountain
There's no wayside
There's no stopping
And the peak is wide and rocky
There's no ceiling in the mansion
There's no waste no hesitation
There's no crack of dawn
No morning just an everlasting warming
