I used to live in the little room
In the little house with a crooked view
I used to walk from our neighbor's house
Up the broken stairs of blue
I couldn't get over it (couldn't get over it)
I couldn't get over it (couldn't get over it)
I couldn't get over it (couldn't get over it)
Couldn't get over it (couldn't get over it)
But it was a home, it was a home
Not a hill
In that little room in the little house
Is not the way I remembered it
It was a homе, it was a home
Not a hill
We used to catch all thе lightning bugs
Hold them in our hands till our parents called
They used to dance till the Sun came up
In the little house, in a little room
We couldn't get over it (couldn't get over it)
Couldn't get over it (couldn't get over it)
We couldn't get over it (couldn't get over it)
Never got over it (couldn't get over it)
It was a home, it was a home
Not a hill
In that little room in the little house
It's not the way I remembered it, no
It was a home
Not a hill
