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 under water

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