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 faces/ 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/ When evening falls
  A garden swing/ Smothered by wood
  She makes it clear/ The shadows of the trees