Alone 
on the way up   
No sound coming out of the radio   Alone
 on the way back down      Follow where the voice leads
   Escape into the walls   

Creeping down the hallways   
Avoiding all the doors   

The tree grows    Through the window
   Hanging with its fruit   
Pull away the fingers   
And chop away the roots      I can hold fast   
Grounded to the wooden floor at last   

While my hands reach out   
The spirit leaves escaping from the ground      Alone 
on the way up   
No sound coming out of the radio   Alone
 on the way back down   

   Here such a long time
   Here such a      Who built such a strange place?
   Wandering through the dark