In This House

When can you come over? The curtains are starting to breathe

I want you to tell me that nothing is under the eaves

I walked up the hall and I stared at the wall where you hit

It couldn't contain all the softness you take and you give

In this house, I am nothing

The doors and windows talk

Sharing communion with trees around the block

Trees around the block

I dream but I don't talk

Have you stopped to realize that we only talk at night?

I've come to believe in the staircase as one endless flight

The stacks of your old papers are starting to curl at the ends

Thought you'd want to know that time's taken its toll again

In this house, I am nothing

The doors and windows talk

Sharing communion with trees around the block

Trees around the block

I dream but I don't talk

Well everything comes to an end

And someday we'll try this again

But me, I've got curtains to mend

To mend, to mend

In this house, I am nothing

The doors and windows talk

Sharing communion with trees around the block

Trees around the block

I dream but I don't talk