To Build a House

While you were gone, I washed all the windows

So I could get a better view of your return

While you were gone, I changed all the bedsheets

So I could lie without the anger as I turned

I reset the clocks, so I could forgive you for being late

But the moment I stop is the moment you tell me to have some faith

To build a house on quicksand

That's what you're asking me to do

To give you the heart you've broken

How can that feel alright to you?

In the end, I let the windows get dirty

I couldn't stand to see your absence through the glass

And in the end, I learned to sleep with the light off

So tired from giving space to shadows of the past

I used to reset the clocks, so I could forgive you for being late

Then the moment I stop is the moment you tell me to have some faith

To build a house on quicksand

That's what you're asking me to do

To give you the heart you've broken

How can that feel alright to you?

Do I wait for you?

Does that comfort you?

Do I see it through?

Or do I walk on by?

Can I flick a switch?

And forget your name?

Do I crawl right back?

When I know that there's no safety in your home

To build a house on quicksand

That's what you're asking me to do

To give you the heart you've broken

How can that feel alright to you?

How can that feel alright?

How can that feel alright?

How can that feel alright to you?