{intro}
I grew up in a house like this, we knew the groan of every stair
All the walls seemed to listen in, all the years seemed to take up air
When you dreamed it was of the wind blowing cold and hard
In those dreams you thought you lived in a house of cards
{instrumental}
I grew up in a town like this, we knew the names of every street
And now I feel the wind about to blow, and baby I'm so scared
You're repeating the past instead of letting it go
And I don't wanna go back there
{guitar solo}
{guitar solo}
{instrumental}
Now we're standing here face to face, afraid to move or else
{repeat and fade}
- Adam Schneider, [email protected]