House

Written by：John Philip Helmer/Steven Thomas Rothery/Ian Francesko Mosley/Peter John Trewavas/Steve Hogarth/Mark Colbert Kelly

This house aches

I whistle it's tune

After so much noise

Freedom is silence

Half the house is missing

Taken half of me with it

I had imagined this

Hurting in a different way

Hurting in a different way

Hurting in a different way

I still have the hi fi

Quiet at all volumes

As my dull thoughts

Echo viscous and slow like the tolling of some great bell under water

When she cries she cuts me

When she smiles I wanna die

Afraid of knowing myself

Our eyes stare out while we hide inside

Looking at it not seeing it

Looking at it not seeing it

Looking at it not seeing it

Looking at it not seeing it

Looking at it not seeing it

Looking at it not seeing it

Looking at it not seeing it

Looking at it not seeing it

The open windows

Let in the spring air today

And the birds sing their thankfully happy brainless song

But the silence here finds a way to stay

Some kind of explosion

God if you hear me

Throw me a line or strike me down

Do you refuse even to accuse

C'mon do your worst

But lift this curse

But lift this curse

But lift this curse

Built this house on solid ground

But now it's crumbling tumbling down

Will nobody here even cry out for help

As it slowly collapses into itself

Looking at it not seeing it

Looking at it not seeing it

Looking at it not seeing it

Looking at it not seeing it

Looking at it not seeing it

Looking at it not seeing it

Looking at it not seeing it

Looking at it

Looking at it not seeing it

Looking at it not seeing it

Looking at it not seeing it

Looking at it not seeing it

Looking at it not seeing it

Looking at it not seeing it

Looking at it not seeing it

Looking at it not seeing it

Hanging on to this pain

It's no good

It's no good

It's no good

But we try again

We try again