Wardrobe-shrine
In a house of rippled blinds
Minor guy
Puts his body inside
Clammy hands
Strike matches to light a fire
Those who cried
Live in a wardrobe-shrine
Abuse the privilege to wait and decide
Where no one's left
No one's left
No one's left behind
Tiny clothes
Barely fit a guy
He starts to cry
But sand falls off his eyes
Doors are closed
And desert lives outside
Minor guy
Now lives in a wardrobe-shrine
Abuse the privilege to wait and decide
Where no one's left
No one's left
No one's left behind