a crooked chimney standing in the middle of a field once surrounded by the walls of work by laughter and by love the sound of children playing and the sound of people saying i love you yeah you a crooked tree stands naked near the center of the field barely rooted in the browns and greys of earth that once was green a place long since forgotten in a world of yesterday except by me yeah me and oh whose plan was this anyway and i never thought he would want it to be that way it once was beautiful right here it still is beautiful in here you once were beautiful i hear i hear it can be beautiful just remember a twisted little image in your perfect little world of the chapter where it d all begun about a song already sung burnt around the edges nearly faded nearly gone even you yeah you a shiny building standing in the center of today where indifferent people go to work go about their day knowing they ve forgotten in a most convenient way yesterday away  