Swaying the sun drunk tree
Brushing against the screen
Never break through
I stood by the sink
Waiting to feel the heat
The well runs deep
I've laid this path with mines
Don't tread too far behind
Don't get hurt
How we'll spend out time
Pick the fruit make the wine
To stave off the thirst
Bees living between the walls
Line those golden halls
Living as tight as silk
I put a false door on our home
To make sure we were kept alone
Beware of dogs
Beware of dogs
Incense that smells of cedar
Honey you're a real keeper
A Minesweeper
Minesweeper