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Casting Crowns - House of Their Dreams (Official Lyric Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brian Scoggin
Brian Scoggin
Drums
Chris Huffman
Chris Huffman
Bass
David Davidson
David Davidson
First Violin
Jim Gray
Jim Gray
Conductor
Josh Mix
Josh Mix
Electric Guitar
Juan DeVevo
Juan DeVevo
Guitar
Mark Hall
Mark Hall
Vocals
Megan Garrett
Megan Garrett
Keyboards
Melodee DeVevo
Melodee DeVevo
Violin
Nashville Recording Orchestra
Nashville Recording Orchestra
Strings
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mark Hall
Mark Hall
Songwriter
Jim Gray
Jim Gray
Orchestrator
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Billy Lord
Billy Lord
Recording Engineer
Bobby Huff
Bobby Huff
Editing Engineer
David Schober
David Schober
Recording Engineer
Joe Palmaccio
Joe Palmaccio
Mastering Engineer
Mark Miller
Mark Miller
Producer
Sam Hewitt
Sam Hewitt
Recording Engineer
Shayne Hill
Shayne Hill
Editing Engineer
Steve Lowrey
Steve Lowrey
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

A corner office was his dream More like a prison now it seems Somewhere on the corporate climb He left his warrior behind Now he's just a worker at a daily grind Steals his years and numbs his mind His strength is fading, his dreams are blind This is not the life he had in mind She lies awake cause he's up all night Staring at a screen that tells him lies That the grass is greener on the other side So she's at the gym fighting off the years To be young again and calm her fears That shell never be enough for him Just as a young man catches her eye Now they're trapped in their own worlds, in their own wars With their cell phones and the closed doors Its funny how quiet and peaceful that it seems But they're all alone together In the house of their dreams Little sister, shes a sixteen-year-old princess Lost somewhere between the swing set And her brand new crushs chariot awaits And big brothers rooms glowing with trophies that shout his name But he'd trade all his high school fame For some backyard catch with his hero again Now they're trapped in their own worlds, in their own wars With their cell phones and the closed doors Its funny how quiet and peaceful that it seems But they're all alone together In the house of their dreams So now they're all dressed up in Sunday best Sit up straight just like the rest And they sing the songs of peace and rest that Jesus freely gives And then their kids look up as daddy stands And he takes his bride with trembling hands Brother kneels at his fathers side as princess looks in the mothers eyes Their tears tear down the walls as daddy prays Were trapped in our own worlds and our own wars With our cell phones and our closed doors God, only You can save our family And on this Rock, well build On this Rock, well build The house of our dreams
Writer(s): John Mark Hall Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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