Feet on the slats Sound of the creek and smell of the grass Completely alone Focused on stillness and hope Here in a safehouse of my own Here in a safehouse of my own There's a view The treasure is more than the woods and the stone I am away Away from the judgement and the hate Here in the stillness I am safe Here in the stillness I am safe All it took was a storm To wash it away To rip down the boards That were carefully laid To sweep it away Till nothing remained Except for the memories And the peace that it gave All it took was a storm To wash it away To rip down the boards That were carefully laid To sweep it away Till nothing remained Except for memories And the peace that it gave And the peace that it gave Feet on the slats Sounds of the creek and smell of the grass Focus on quiet and peace Cause it was my safehouse my place to be me Cause it was my safehouse my place to be me My place to be me