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This house aches |
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I whistle it's tune |
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After so much noise |
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Freedom is silence |
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Half the house is missing |
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Taken half of me with it |
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I had imagined this |
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Hurting in a different way |
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Hurting in a different way |
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I still have the hi-fi |
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Quiet at all volumes |
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As my dull thoughts |
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Echo viscous and slow like the tolling of some great bell under water |
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When she cries she cuts me |
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And when she smiles i wanna die |
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Afraid of knowing myself |
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Our eyes stare out while we hide inside |
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Looking at it, not seeing it |
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Looking at it, not seeing it |
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The open windows |
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Let in the spring air today |
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And the birds sing their thankfully happy, brainless song |
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But the silence here finds a way to stay |
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Some kind of explosion |
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God, if you hear me |
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Throw me a line or strike me down |
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Do you refuse even to accuse |
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C'mon, do your worst |
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But lift this curse |
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Built this house on solid ground |
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But now it's crumbling tumbling down |
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Will nobody here even cry out for help? |
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As it slowly collapses into itself |
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Looking at it, not seeing it |
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Looking at it, not seeing it |
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Hanging on to this pain |
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It's no good |
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It's no good |
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But we try again |
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We try again |
