Marillion

House

Marillion


This house aches 
I whistle it's tune 
After so much noise
Freedom is silence 
Half the house is missing 
Taken half of me with it 
I had imagined this 
Hurting in a different way
Hurting in a different way 

I still have the hi-fi 
Quiet at all volumes 
As my dull thoughts 
Echo viscous and slow like the tolling of some great bell underwater 

When she cries she cuts me 
And when she smiles I wanna die 
Afraid of knowing myself 
Our eyes stare out while we hide inside 

Looking at it, not seeing it
Looking at it, not seeing it 

The open windows 
Let in the spring air today
And the birds sing their thankfully happy, brainless song 
But the silence here finds a way to stay 
Some kind of explosion
God, if you hear me 
Throw me a line or strike me down 
Do you refuse even to accuse 
C'mon, do your worst 
But lift this curse 

Built this house on solid ground
But now it's crumbling tumbling down
Will nobody here even cry out for help?
As it slowly collapses into itself 

Looking at it, not seeing it
Looking at it, not seeing it 

Hanging on to this pain 
It's no good 
It's no good 

But we try again 

We try again