This House

This House

And when the winter comes

The snow will start to fall

Don't think that you can run

to a better place

There's nowhere we can hide

The streets where we once played

Have given up their smiles

for a different face

This house,

Which used to be a paradise

Too many enemies are deep inside

No tears they cry

For you and I

And when the summer's here

And everything seems clear

The answers will appear

but it's all too late

But seasons come and go

And in the end you know

Somewhere a tree will grow

In the burning sand

This house,

Which used to be a paradise

Too many enemies are deep inside

No tears they cry

For you and I

Mitch Hiller