To Build a Home

There is a house built out of stone

Wooden floors, walls and window sills...

Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust.

This is a place where I don't feel alone

This is a place where I feel at home...

 

And I built a home

for you

for me

 

Until it disappeared

from me

from you

 

And now

 

it's time

to leave

and turn to dust...

Out in the garden, where we planted the seeds

 

There is a tree as old as me

Branches were sewn by the color of green

Ground had arose and passed it's knees

By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top

I climbed the tree to see the world

 

When the gusts came around to blow me down

I held on as tightly as you held onto me

I held on as tightly as you held onto me...

 

And, I built a home

for you

for me

Until it disappeared

from me

from you

And now, it's time

to leave

and turn to dust...

Writer(s): Philip Jonathan France, Stella Page, Patrick Watson, Jason Angus Stoddart Swinscoe Copyright: Third Side Music Inc. O.B.O. Just Isn'T Music, Patrick Watson Music, Just Isn'T Music Ltd., Songs Of Intrigue

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