I am your house
I watch your back at night
I am your swaddling wrap
Still sometimes you slip out

I am your house
I will stand, I won’t collapse
I am made of bricks and cracks
My deep foundations are all sound

I am your house
I'm see-through
Because my rooms are made of glass
I protect your body
From the inside when I can

These beams are made of oak
These beams are made of notes
These beams covered with paper
These beams covered in dust
These beams are made of us
These beams are made of us