World on Wire

The past is thin but still lets me in
A bright wander back where I begin
The halls are deep and longer when I sleep
New floorboards one by one

I climb behind the rafters realign
And vessels pump me through the storyline
I can’t go wrong the walls move me along

Queen of the attic
All locked away
Your bannister blooms
This holy jungle
Lithe and waking up the greenlimbs
All the bruises heal