In a house built for a pair,
One sits at the table reading,
The other on a couch for two.
Thousands of shatterglasses
Sift through grains of golden sand,
While hard-earned thoughts stop drifting through;
The world engulfed the man.
Ceramic plates fall from cherrywood cuboards,
While table cloths unfurl,
The one left sitting sinks right down,
The floor stole the girl.
This has no immediate meaning,
Only the one you put back into it,
Your building breaks, bells start ringing,
Your life is done the only way you do see fit.