House

We work so hard for land to claim,
And fill our pockets with loose change,
So we may wed our likely wives,
And help our children start a life.
Everyday, we would,
Leave our stains, we would,
Clog the drains, we would,
Live our own way.
Cause we are all the souls of our houses,
And we’re watching from the windows inside...
We’re always changing with the years,
Living our lives we hold so dear,
Melting into our creaking homes,
Where we all love to grow so old.
Everyday, we would,
Leave our stains, we would,
Clog the drains, we would,
Live our own way.
Cause we are all the souls of our houses,
And we’re watching from the windows inside...
The sun decorates your face with such a beautiful array of shapes,
And then fills the shingles on the roof and turns them old and gray,
But wrinkles are just time's way of kissing your cheeks on the face,
And although the surface may change, the foundation will remain the same
Cause we are all the souls of our houses,
And we’re watching from the windows inside...
Although we’ve all got things to hide, Your glass house still belongs to time,
Don’t be afraid to live your life.