ATTIC

I have been

Living in the attic

Maybe there’s a crowd

Outside trying to kill me

Fighting to my parents

Trying to contain thousands

And thousands of sand

The sand from the garden

The garden outside

And new, you’ll always remember

Remember our tricks to walk around

Around your mother’s roof

We’re patrolling the attic, looking for some great

A great adventure

And stocking seeds, we’re gonna make a garden

A garden made of dreams

So we’re planning the future, and we’re gonna toast

Planning the present and mistaking the future

We’re back to the attic

Lying about our ages

Even in the crowd

We still don’t know how

Blaming our grandparents

Thousands and thousands of grains

The grains of the garden

The grains of our lives

Growing in the same garden

Patrolling the attic, patrolling the attic

Picking the seeds, picking the future