[Lyrics]

There stood a house with polished walls,
Sunlit rooms and narrow halls;
Morning poured through window light,
Every name came home at night.
No one knew the secret fact:
All its weight on one great shaft.

Then dawn arrived—the pillar gone;
Nails held air, the rafters yawned.


They brought their branches, tied with twine,
Whispered, “See? It’s gonna be fine.”
Rooms kept posing, roof held breath,
Frames rehearsed the part of death.
Every echo learned to fall—
Pillar’s gone, and that is all.



Certificates replaced the beam,
Curtains dressed a vacant dream;
Clocks were polished, would not tick,
Paper laughter, staged and slick.
Floorboards felt the missing weight,
Heard a name and sealed the gate.

Gravity—so tender, cruel—
Dried the paste behind the jewel.


They brought their branches, tied with twine,
Whispered, “See? It’s gonna be fine.”
Rooms kept posing, roof held breath,
Frames rehearsed the part of death.
Every echo learned to fall—
Pillar’s gone, and that is all.



If grain could sketch its lines again,
We’d press our ears and count to ten;
Forests kept their solemn vow,
Mills forget the sacred bough.
Only residue on the ridge,
Only memory for a bridge.

A house with no one left inside,
A shadow with no name to hide.


They set their branches down and left;
Rain unbraided knots and cleft.
Walls stopped acting, roof closed eyes,
Address stayed under vacant skies.
If ruin needs a proper name—
Yours is what the timbers say.



Rumors claim it used to shine;
Maps keep the empty property line.
Across the dust, a fading play—
Last morning learning how to stay.
The pillar never comes again...

River Deep, Mountain High

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