if you want to leave this place
you have to leave out the back door
i don't agree with the policy
i don't know what the rules are for
if you follow the road by the river
that flows both ways, walking downstream,
you'll find the nest where i buried my chest
caked in pollen and thorns
while the ground is cold and unforgiving
i am living in my cloud cover
but i left a trowel for to dig my treasure
once the winter is finally over