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Ever since my house burnt down
I see the moon more clearly

I gazed upon all the Edens that have fallen in me
I saw Edens that I had held in my hands, but let go

I saw promises I did not keep
Pains I did not sooth
Wounds I did not heal
Tears I did not shed

I saw deaths I did not mourn
Prayers I did not answer
Doors I did not open
Doors I did not close
Lovers I left behind
And dreams I did not live

I saw all that was offered to me, that I could not accept
I saw the letters I wished for, but never received
I saw all that could have been, but never will be

My heart is like an old house, who's windows have not been opened for years
But now I hear the windows opening

Ever since my house burnt down
I see the moon more clearly