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?