There is a house built out of stone, wooden floors, walls and window sills. Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust. This is a place where I don't feel alone, this is a place that i call my home. Cause, I built a home, for you, for me, until it disappeared, from me, from you. And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust. Out in the garden where we planted the seeds, there is a tree as old as me. Branches were sewn by the color of green. Ground had arose and passed it's knees, by the cracks of the skin, I climbed to the top, I climbed the tree to see the world. When the gusts came around to blow me down, I held on as tightly as you held onto me. Cause, I built a home, for you, for me, until it disappeared, from me, from you. And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust.