The mouth of the house was open

Dark as a soul

With the eyes half shinning half closed

The hands were holding the weight

It was waiting for us

Years have pushed its body

But it was far too strong

It had a will

And it had a soul

It wanted to show us what happened there

It happened there

Where our love had gone awry

It had changed from pink to black

In a matter of months

But it lasts, it lasts.