At your feet was a mouthpiece and nozzle Fit for the gas spreading all through the house And in a box at the end of the hallway Wrapped up were valentines that I once gave to you And I swear I did not know about the leak under the floor Like a madman just waiting to take us And kill us good At our heads was a needlework pillow Fit for the rest that we need so desperately And out the windo was the obvious escape hatch But we were busy dreaming, spending all our lottery