Operating Tracks

Standing so tall
The ground behind
No trespassers
On every floor
A garden swing
And another door
She makes it clear
That everything is hers
A place of abode
Not far from here
Ms. Van de Veer
All that belongs to
No one sees
Curtains that waver
When evening falls
Enclosed by fences
Smothered by wood
Who stands behind
The shadows of the trees
A place of abode
Not far from here
Ms. Van de Veer
Standing so tall
But no one sees
No trespassers
Whan evening falls
A garden swing
Smothered by wood
She makes it clear
The shadows of the trees