Followed you back to the hive Where the king and the queen reside in branches and photographs And creaks in the soft spoken wood speaking less than they should It triggers an avalanche It feels nice to rewind now The walls ooze like sap from a tree clotted with memory A presence that decorates Fingerprints riddle the rooms Artifacts left as proof A warmth that still radiates It feels nice to remind As the energy slowly wades off into time's hungry ocean And the tension in the swing is lost with the termites in motion And while nature and nostalgia brawl at the forks in our fabric The memories bounce off the walls, alive in the attic