Lyrics

Tree in the garden chemtrails in the sky
Birds, they all seem to fly backwards
Aimlessly they all fly backwards

Argues in the kitchen one of them is crying
The kids are singing nervously loud beautiful but nervously loud

It’s hard to be seen with these
Walls in between While I search for the door y’seem to
Hide even more, all the songs that I sang and the
Bells that I rang

We stick to rare illusions
Over and over this game
Past, present, future 
All mixed up in frames
Concurring for attention 
And questions all sustain

The door is always open, you say
But no one's really there