Song About The Family House Songtext
Watching the floor shake under me quickly
I'm brittle as they come
And my roof is getting old
It can hardly hold the decades I have seen
Even in the sun
And how do I keep the living room intact?
Exactly as it was
If I have to commit it
And rebuild it in my memory
I'm brittle as they come
And my roof is getting old
It can hardly hold the decades I have seen
Even in the sun
And how do I keep the living room intact?
Exactly as it was
If I have to commit it
And rebuild it in my memory
There's nothing cruel as the route
Of the truth from your mouth
That I hold close to sentiment
When a moment is undone
But my home is a house
And not any city I've talked about
So bury me on Jefferson Street
Replace me with concrete
And all of the stories I'll keep
Between family
It's just me
Of the truth from your mouth
That I hold close to sentiment
When a moment is undone
But my home is a house
And not any city I've talked about
So bury me on Jefferson Street
Replace me with concrete
And all of the stories I'll keep
Between family
It's just me
