House

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 want to 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 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 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