Armed - The Man-Eating Tree

I do not know why

I am giving this to you

But here it is;

The number of days left

Instead of an ocean of time

I painted, painted a house

Around you

And locked the door

Left you at the shore

Until came

Came the flood

No more can time bring mercy, mercy

Forgiveness

Ghosts can choose their houses to haunt

The thought of time passing

Opened it for me

I had never known what I need

Or heard what you really meant

By saying, saying that I live a house

That would collapse

By any minute to come

As if washed

Washed away

No more can time bring mercy, mercy

Forgiveness

Ghosts can choose their houses to haunt

Or time be disarmed

Like a weapon to standstill

And from these shores of time

We would be exiled into

A place where things

Obey rules laid down

And laws that are

Heavy like walls of stone

Like the shores

Washed by flood

No more can time bring mercy, mercy

Forgiveness

Ghosts can choose their houses to haunt

No more can time bring mercy, mercy

Forgiveness

Ghosts can choose their houses to haunt

Heavy like walls of stone