Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song House of Eternal Return , by - Amanda Palmer. Release date: 20.09.2018
Song language: English
House of Eternal Return |
| Millions of us standing atop |
| Millions of snow-covered mountains |
| Planting our flags, thrusting them in |
| Waving our arms to be counted |
| But who is the woman alone in the kitchen |
| Frozen in front of an easel |
| She looks like a portrait of somebody’s grandmother |
| Still frame image retrieval |
| Standing there still, house on a hill |
| After so many transmissions |
| Telephone wires tangle the roof |
| The origin story is missing |
| The origin story is missing |
| She hasn’t gone out in twenty-five years |
| Caged under plaster and ivy |
| Her eyes fix on something out on the horizon |
| A mountain of leaves gathered drying |
| To burn to burn, to burn |
| Look at this view, look all around |
| Tied to the deck that our dad made |
| There’s no room to move and we’re so proud |
| Yes, they made 'em like that in the old days |
| They made 'em like that in the old days |
| Retracing patterns with new coats of paint |
| Fenced in by albums and journals |
| And they’re pulling her back, they keep drawing her in |
| Into the house of eternal |
| Return, return, return |
| House of eternal return |
| House of eternal return |
| House of eternal return |
| House of eternal return, return, return |
| Retracing patterns, the path to the door |
| She thinks of the hands of her father |
| Laying down floor joists, framing up walls |
| One board after the other |
| One board after the other |
| There’s nowhere to rest in this cumbersome cavity |
| Crushed under mortalness, sadness and gravity |
| Peeling off layers of skin, cracked and blistering |
| Scattering seeds, making scratches on history |
| Head, shoulders, knees and toes, only the prophet knows |
| Why we were planned obsolescent with vertigo |
| Ridden like animals, flailing our tentacles |
| Searching for shelter in derelict ventricles |
| She crosses the threshold, runs up the stairs |
| Races through bedrooms and hallways |
| She stops at the canvas, a faithful depiction |
| The house she’s been entering always |
| The house she’s been entering always |
| Circling round, heavenward bound |
| This flesh isn’t right, the fit is too tight |
| This can’t be our permanent housing |
| This can’t be our permanent housing |
| This can’t be our permanent housing |
| House of eternal return (house of eternal return) |
| House of eternal return (house of eternal return) |
| House of eternal return (house of eternal return) |
| House of eternal return (house of eternal return) |
| House of eternal return (house of eternal return) |
| House of eternal return (house of eternal return) |
| House of eternal return (house of eternal return) |
| House of eternal return (house of eternal return) |
| House of eternal return (house of eternal return) |
| House of eternal return (house of eternal return) |
| House of eternal return |
| House of eternal return |
| Return, return, return, return |
| Return, return, return |