The Mansion Lyrics

There's no end, there's no glory,
There's a slow resounding story

There's no place to feel certain,
There's no body waiting for me.
There's no stand of trees, no morning,
There's a curve without a warning.
there is weird and lasting sadness,
There's no large and lengthy warming.

There's no heat, there's no expansion,
There's no door into the mansion.
Lengthy warming, sweet removal,
Sweet expanse sweet and substantial
There's no flesh, there's no fingers in my hair,
I see a tunnel

We built walls, tall and solid
Between the treasure and the shovel
I see an in I see a fountain,
There's a trail over the mountain
There's no wayside, there's no stopping
And the peak is wide and rocky

There's no ceiling in the mansion,
There's no wast no hesitation
There's no crack of dawn, no morning,
Just an everlasting warming