This house is a graveyard for memories
Where good times have come to die
Where trust and love are all buried
Deep down under painful eye
And this house is a sad destination
And if I could, I would not return
But to place my past on the pillow
Set fire to the bed, and watch it burn
This house, it crushes my spirit
And has stolen all my pride
And I'm tortured with every minute
I'm forced to remain inside of this house
And these walls are all held together
This house, it crushes my spirit
And has stolen all my pride
And I'm tortured with every minute
I'm forced to remain inside of this house