Nova Scotia

Well...

I lived inside a hospital just north of Nova Scotia
The matron stood starched white watching me chewing off my shoulder
As the only patient stares into a mirror of his soul
He thinks of all the flights of stairs they kiss the free world far below

But if a house,
Is divided against itself,
Can it stand?
And if a kingdom,
Has no subjects to police,
Or to man,
Will it be alright?

And at night she'd come and crawl inside my mind whilst I was sleeping
And the only sound she'd make was stilted shaking, stilted weeping
I'd awke once more to that empty ward, bare barren and alone
All the patients' beds, all empty hallways white, a distant drone

But if a house,
Is divided against itself,
Can it stand?
And if a kingdom,
Has no subjects to police,
Or to man,
Will it be alright?

Its coming down nightly
Will it be alright?
Shes coming down slowly
Will it be alright?
Its coming down nightly
Will it be alright?