[Heavy driving acoustic strum, foot stomp, low drone] Too many pillars standing in the dust Too many stones turning back to rust Too many tangled wires choking out the floor Clear the rubble out and find the cedar door I stand at the threshold, knuckles on the pine Listen past the interference, recognize the line If you pull the iron bolt, if you draw the latch We’ll burn the rusted wire with a single match Step across the timber, clear the crowded room Sit down at the table in the quiet gloom Break the evening bread, let the wreckage fall You sup with me, and I with you, behind an empty wall
