Up on a hill
In a house that looks east
Above the smoke
Where the noise sounds like peace
Where there's an air
Like you won't finde anywhere
He paces there and retraces back
So the sense of refear will retract
Enough to go... he takes of his
shoes and he steps into his clothes

But when he relaxes
He opens his doors
And all the worry collapses
And falls to the floor
You'd never know what he faces before he arrives
Cause he's the soulof the party
The soul of the party
And starts the tiniest action which turns into fear
He'll make the quickest of exits
and count every step until he reaches a thousand

When he returns to his house he kneels down
And pray to god that a cure can be found
That he can get trough a dry without a care
He tries to place when it all got started
But every memory before's discarded
Why was he cursed with this
one, two, three, four, five, six,
seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve (up to 263)