Dweller on the Threshold
Crumbling House
The house is crumbling, the floor will meltThat drone is calling, and we're standing thereWhat you're doing to me won't be done againLike a drowned king, blowing in the windWith your long blonde legs and your long blonde faceAnd your long blonde hair won't be done againThe house is crumblingThat drone is callingAnd we're standing there.
From Letras Mania