Mouz at Work

I hear the hum behind the plaster. Drills and hammers echo faster Concrete walls, but they betray a life inside that works all day Tiny steps, a fleeting glance, a whiskered face in shadowed dance Steel-toed boots on paws so small, building empires in my wall Oh, walls, what are you making? The ground below is quaking I leave you crumbs and cheese at night, but all I get's the fading sight of you Oh, Mouz Jackhammers at the break of dawn. I swear I heard a saw turn dawn Pipes that rattle, sparks that fly. A welding arc behind my eye I tap the wall, she taps it back. Blueprints drawn on painted cracks A kingdom grows beneath my home. A fortress deep in rebar stone Oh, walls, what are you making? The ground below is quaking I leave you crumbs and cheese at night, but all I get's the fading sight of you Oh, Mouz Do you hear me when I call? Do you dream beyond this wall I don't know what you're up to, but I hope you know I trust you Nuts and bolts, the floorboards tremble. A drill bit chorus, heavy metal ensemble A fleeting tale, a helmet bright. She fades into the concrete night Oh, moths, what are you making? The ground below is quaking I leave you crumbs and cheese at night, but all I get's the fading sight of you Oh, Mouz So work away, my tiny friend. Your project knows no end I'll keep the snacks beside the door and hope to see you just once more Oh, Mouz