See into the open window of our house of wires and our memories of loves lost in translation tied together with a happy twist tie twisted with care

So can it be that I hope for life and death all wrapped in sorrows

Can I still be holding my feeble breath with bendy wires and old desires

Sometimes I want to close the window of our house and of our feelings

Sometimes want to close doors of opportunity and sit and think about tomorrow

Memories of loves lost in translation

Feelings wrought but I never instigated

Look into the open window whilst it still holds it's fortunes for tomorrow and see my life burn

In memories of disregarded aspirations and goals unsought

So can it be that I hope for life and death all wrapped in sorrows

And will it be true that these memories will be tied with twist ties twist tied with care

Sometimes I find I have closed the window and I find that my sorrow returns

Sometimes I find I have closed many doors and I no longer have the choices I need

Memories of foregone mistakes and love

Entirely inside my wire hive mind