Our House

In our house it is dark and damp now. The hearth of love went out long ago somehow. But yesterday happiness came to our porch. It spun for a while and then left us Alas. And now I'm alone, a beggar and a throne. My heart beats in my chest. Go away, take rest. This our house. This our house. This our house. And in it full chaos. The floor is rotten. The ceiling fell in. This our house. This our house. But the wind of hope won't fill up the Sail. And faith and love Are locked up and frail. And in our house laughter has been gone for So long. People pity us, seeing our wrong. But for some, this bad weather is only a Jest. And their masks of kindness no longer hide Their chest. And betrayal's grimace and a desperate cry. My heart tears in my chest. Go away, don't ask why. This our house. This our house. This our house. And in it full chaos. The floor is rotten. The ceiling fell in. This our house. This our house. But the wind of hope won't fill up the Sail. And faith and love Are locked up and frail. This our house. This our house. This our house. This our house. This our house. And in it full chaos. The floor is rotten. The ceiling fell in. This our house. This our house. This our house. But the wind of hope won't fill up the Sail. And faith and love Are locked up and frail.