House Of Dave

As I open the front door, overcoming flames. Climbing stairs and getting burned. In a house of stones, in a house of Days. A house of Perfect Days. No flyers laying on the plate, media plays in My mind. In a house of days. In a house of days. No posters on old bands like Urban or Suicide. No feather jackets on walls, no art, No keys, no AK. In a house of days. I'm back. Don't Keep me in the house. It's gross. In house of days. In a house of days. It took time before impression. Cracked. The Spirit Cleared. In a house days. In house days