i was still life i was pinned inside of a photograph when i realized you had slipped outside of the scenery with only what you need to survive so why did you come to me if you are looking at the enemy open up open up open up open your houses open up open up open up open your houses i was waiting i was reconstructing a memory unbelieving in the changes looming inside of me the pulse of an irregular life but why did you turn away before the horn sounds over the dark terrain and the weapons of the enemy open up open up open up open your houses open up open up open up open your houses and let in the night open up open up open up open your houses open up open up open up open your houses come into the night