In This House
In this house
The walls are speaking mute
All doors open wide like empty frames
In this house
The halls are lacking space
All doors shut
Like lilies in the spring
In this house
a husband shot his wife
in this house
a father killed his son
In this house
So, to it all
The sane became insane
The tick of a clock
The lack of a tick
The foul and fair
The man and the beast
Came fall
In this house
The flesh hangs from the bones
In this house
A man went down in pain
All collapse down lovers' lane
And the letters spelled his name
In this house
Her begging eyes were shut
In this house
His little dreams were killed
In this house
To hell with it all
He shot himself in shame!
Out of the blue
And into the black
The fire has ceased
In springtime came fall
Of the man and the beast
In this house
a husband shot his wife
in this house
a father killed his son
In this house
So, to it all
The sane became insane
The tick of a clock
The lack of a tick
The foul and fair
The man and the beast
Came fall
Came fall