Bright and early, through the curtains, the sun comes pouring in.
Filling glasses up with diamonds, stirring where I've been
It's all trigger and effect. Dominoes at their best.

In the end I'm told it taught me everything I know.
That the wreckage left behind, will somehow make me grow.
But why couldn't I have been safe from the start?
Soundly asleep.

The warmth of blankets makes me nervous. I'd rather catch a cold.
Like sparks and matches, blink, you'll miss it, the future's up in smoke.
Though dust has settled, I smell the ashes buried in my clothes.
It's all trigger and effect, I know... Dominoes at their best.

In the end I'm told it taught me everything I know.
When the fire took our home, I lost part of my soul.

From the ground up I'll keep building houses into homes.
If trust is ribbon, then patience ties it in a perfect bow.