This House

Summer rain is getting dark Emptiness were never part Time of Rosemarie Trapped by memories Fairy Lights and plastic guns Like two lovers on the run Carport airplanes At least in blood stain I can hear the clock downstairs Takes fear to be scared I made a life for you But you just rolled on through Thats the last night I give to you before I die I'm not sorry that I, I'm not sorry that I try Thats the last time Saw the light behind your eyes Future's coming for us now In this house You can go your seperate ways But these shadows will remain This is hard without you But it's no fun without you Printed flies are black and white Faded Jeans down much to tight Boxes are broken strains I left it with your things in Died in harm and smartly dressed