Original lyrics
ENRemember the wooden house
With apparent nails and creaking boards
In the nights of cold and heat
If you don't understand me
I will not be born
I am looking for you
Wall to a refracted imaging
Of the window
And the imagination
Remember the wooden house
The smell of earth and rain no doors
Through the night of dark and light
And only you can create me
Or I will not be born
I am looking for you
Wall to a refracted imaging
Of the window
And the imagination
I am looking for you
Wall to a refracted imaging
Of the window
And the imagination
