Gardener And The Maid

The air is hanging heavy
 I hear the rocking of a chair
 The room's are all so barren
 No nothing could be there
 The curtains are hanging shredded
 Plasters falling off the walls
 The window's cracked and bleeding
 Bloods pouring down the halls
 But the Gardener keeps on trimming
 And the Maid keeps cleaning trays
 While around the house is rotting
 They don't watch as it decays
 The paper keeps on coming
 All the bills are paid on time
 They're content to call it harmony
 But nothing ever rhymes
 Perched by the crumbling fireplace
 The piano strikes a tune
 Its joined in by the voices
 Though no one's in the room
 Rain pelted all the windows
 The lightning stung the sky
 The plaster keeps on falling
 But the house will never die
 The Gardener keeps on trimming
 And the Maid keeps cleaning trays
 While around the house is rotting
 They don't watch as it decays
 The paper keeps on coming
 All the bills are paid on time
 They're content to call it harmony
 But nothing ever rhymes