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