Stones crumbled all around,
It was hard not to feel it
They were skidding across the floor,
Making it easy to trip.
The house was not built for us,
The design was our own.
And maybe that's why it was caving in
We should have left it to the professionals
My eyes ran to you
We should get out while we still can
But you held them with your eyes
Like stones, unmoved.