The Last Living House

The last living street At some ungodly hour When strangers meet Where they come from Is beyond me Honestly I Might be haunted Where they come from The last living house All but lost on me Collapse little star With some ungodly might You've hidden well Where we come from Is beyond me Honestly I Might be haunted Where we come from The last living house When I could still but whisper A quiet little power A generous offer To the unknown master With heart from only fire With eyes that never flicker And hands that never waver At once and yet forever The voices they would promise With eyes that never flicker At once and yet forever The wind when I could hear it All but lost on me