Well... nnI lived inside a hospital just north of Nova ScotianThe matron stood starched white watching me chewing off my shouldernAs the only patient stares into a mirror of his soulnHe thinks of all the flights of stairs they kiss the free world far belownnBut if a house,nIs divided against itself,nCan it stand?nAnd if a kingdom,nHas no subjects to police,nOr to man,nWill it be alright?nnAnd at night she'd come and crawl inside my mind whilst I was sleepingnAnd the only sound she'd make was stilted shaking, stilted weepingnI'd awke once more to that empty ward, bare barren and alonenAll the patients' beds, all empty hallways white, a distant dronennBut if a house,nIs divided against itself,nCan it stand?nAnd if a kingdom,nHas no subjects to police,nOr to man,nWill it be alright?nnIts coming down nightlynWill it be alright?nShes coming down slowlynWill it be alright?nIts coming down nightlynWill it be alright?n