Bury the house,
under the garden
Make an attempt to go outside
Bury the house,
under the garden
Bury the house…
Parallel lines coming from you and me
Will have to cross each other eventually
Our house is made of wood
But I don't think that it should
Before it gets any worse
I'm gonna cover that house with dirt
Bury the house,
under the garden
Make an attempt to go outside
Bury the house,
under the garden
Bury the house…
The closer we are to earth
The closer we are to birth
And the more our house will be worth
Bury the house,
under the garden
Bury the house,
under the garden
Bury the house,
under the garden
Bury the house,
under the garden
Bury the house…