Where the doors are moaning all day long Where the stairs are leaning dusk 'till dawn
Where the windows are breathing in the light Where the rooms are a collection of our lives
This is a place where I don't feel alone This is a place that I call my home.
There is a house built out of stone Wooden floors, walls and window sills... Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust... This is a place where I don't feel alone This is a place where I feel at home...
Cause, I built a home For you For me
Until it disappeared From me From you
And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust...
Out in the garden where we planted the seeds There is a tree as old as me Branches were sewn by the color of green Ground had arose and passed it's knees
By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top I climbed the tree to see the world When the gusts came around to blow me down I held on as tightly as you held onto me I held on as tightly as you held onto me......
Cause, I built a home For you For me
Until it disappeared From me From you
And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust...
Compositores: Jason Angus Stoddart Swinscoe (Jason Swinscoe), Patrick Watson (Gangster Politics), Philip Jonathan France, Dominic Peter Bartlett Smith (Dom Smith) ECAD: Obra #20959217