[00:42.106]I still can hear the sound[00:48.373]From when the cellar doors swing open[00:55.177]I spent a lifetime in that basement[01:03.257]I spent so many nights alone[01:07.479]Tracing the cracks in the brittle plaster[01:12.252]Pieces of green, they crumble off the walls[01:17.256]It all seems like ancient history[01:20.655]But so easy to revisit it all[01:26.648]I still heard a ghost[01:29.501]Lurking in the crawl space[01:31.699]Never stuck my head in there to check[01:36.118]Garden left overgrowing with marigolds[01:40.797]Did they rebloom after I left[01:44.630]After I left[01:53.444]And it’s all perfectly the same[01:59.622]Delicate, preserved, like a memorial display[02:07.815]I still can hear the sound[02:14.066]From when the cellar doors swing open[02:20.948]I spent a lifetime in that basement[02:27.780]I spent so many nights alone[03:09.079]It’s all the same[03:13.352]Enduring purpose, all that’s different is the face[03:18.310]You’re still the same[03:22.573]Eighteen months and not a single detail out of place