The Last Ten Homes - Mice Parade

A man walks into his cell

And he looks at his story to tell

There are no walls in this place

Just a picture staring him in the face

He said «Hey there, picture

What are you hanging on?

It looks like you don’t belong here

Suspended in the air

But you’re the one making the call

Without asking what’s better for all»

So then he gets out of his cell

And he looks around hoping to tell

His whole story, beginning to end

But the bitter sea likes to be

Hauntingly lonely, making it all the worse

To lose a friend

He’s up in

trees up high

up high