| There’s a house with no door and I’m living there
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| At nights it gets so cold and the days are hard to bear inside.
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| There’s a house with no roof, so the rain creeps in,
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| Falling through my head as I try to think out time.
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| I don’t know you, you say you know me, that may be so,
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| There’s so much that I am unsure of …
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| You call my name, but it sounds unreal, I forget how I feel,
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| My body’s rejecting the cure.
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| There’s a house with no bell, but then nobody calls;
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| I sometimes find it hard to tell if any are alive at all outside.
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| There’s a house with no sound; |
| yes, it’s quiet there …
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| There’s not much point in words if there’s no-one to share in time.
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| I’ve learned my lines, I know them so well, I am ready to tell
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| Whoever will finally come in Of the line in my mind that’s cold in the night, it doesn’t seem right
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| When there’s that little dark figure running …
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| There’s a house with no door and there’s no living there:
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| One day it became a wall … well I didn’t really care at the time.
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| There’s a house with no light, all the windows are sealed,
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| Overtaxed and strained
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| NOW NOTHING IS REVEALED BUT TIME
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| I don’t know you, you say you know me, that may be so,
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| There’s so much that I am unsure of …
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| You call my name, but it sounds unreal, I forget how I feel,
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| My body’s rejecting the cure …
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| Won’t somebody help me ??? |