The rescue team report one casualty at number 16 Terrance Road
The excavated site, truly spick and span as it was ever so
There was no wrecking ball, no sign of dynamite
No evidence at all of foul play
There simply came a day when poor old Nathan's loft
Came tumbling down upon him
Crumbling beneath the weight of years of lofty expectation
He spent his days collecting endless possibilities
He kept them safe
Locked in the loft, they slept
Waiting 'til the day he'd call them to his aid
No sign of disrepair, no not the slightest tear
In the fabric of the showroom house that lay beneath
Imagine the disbelief when poor old Nathan's loft
Came tumbling down upon him
Crumbled underneath the weight of years of lofty expectation
Nathan's loft
Came tumbling down upon him, he lost it all despite an overwhelming sense of preservation