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My house was a ship

Hung on a mountain and

The roaring wind used

To lift the roof

Used to lift the roof

I pictured it breathing

In the midst of every storm

A giant lung rising

Up and up and falling down

It was made of wood and like

Every other houses it has

A collection of sounds

From the ceiling to the ground

None of this was frightening

The house was moored to the shore

Whether the wind was singing

Or roaring up above

My house can be

Kinda creepy at night

And you can go around

Every walls, every tiles

You wouldn't find any ghost though

For they are all in my mind

You wouldnt find any ghost though

For they are all in my mind

My house was a ship

Hung on a mountain top

My house was a ship

Hung on a mountain top

My house was a ship

Hung on a mountain top

My house was a ship

Hung on a mountain top

My house was a ship

Hung on a mountain top