House (feat. weish)

I lay my head

I lay my head down

My head down

Till morning come

I lay my head

I lay my head down

My head down

Till morning come

I've never known a sun that hangs so high

We writhe to a drum that never goes awry

The shores are tidy

The sea is quiet

Where do my mess and I abide?

The crowd is smiling

The air is bright

Where do despair and sorrow hide

In these walls?

In these walls

Clever is the child who knows what's out of bounds

But tender are the eyes that trace your ins and outs

Is this our ceiling

And our doors closed?

The air is thick, the lights are low

And still I'm feeling

Like I'm exposed

The house will hear, the house will know

In these walls that hold my body

Where bloom the blue and unruly?

In these halls and all their stories

Is there room for me?

Where can I make a bed

Where I'm always enough

Where I lay down my head

And I love who I love?

Can I sound my own voice

If I scream will you hear?

Can I hold my own joys

Without doubt and without fear?

Can I be me and we be yours

And still be your utopia

Can we rebel and still be held

By this house that you call ours

Can we be wrong and still belong

To this home you built for us?

Is there room for all of us

In these walls?

In these walls

(I lay my head)

(I lay my head down)

(My head down)

(Till morning come)

In these walls

(I lay my head)

(I lay my head down)

(My head down)

(Till morning come)

In these walls

In these walls

In these walls?