"No one's happy in this bleak box / we got shadows and leaves and glowing rocks / nothing to eat, and that's OK / but we're walled in, and here we'll stay.."
homeless shelter dollhouse dolls with dirt-smeared faces huddle around bare miniature lightglobes rubbing their hands together for warmth long exaggerated shadows grow up the walls
"No one's happy in this bleak box / we got shadows and leaves and glowing rocks / nothing to eat, and that's OK / but we're walled in, and here we'll stay.."