lonely house
fine dust settles over the room, like a snowfall at dusk. and somewhere, a baby sighs. her shadow bathing in the moonlight, there in the snowfall at dusk. and somewhere, a fire dies.
(the spark in her eyes is fading fast as they trail about the room, a stranger to its guise.)
hello, hello. is there anyone home? here in this lonely house. a whisper, a groan - anything not to feel alone. here in this lonely house.
white sheets draped over the room, like a snowdrift at dusk. in her mind, just a reprise. black and white photographs stare, there in the snowdrift at dusk. faces she can't recognize.
(the spark in her eyes is fading fast as they trail about the room, a stranger to its guise.)
hello, hello. is there anyone home? here in this lonely house. a whisper, a groan - anything not to feel alone. here in this lonely house.
(the spark in her eyes is growing fast as the vague comes into view, a visceral sign of life. fling the windows wide. let the sun pour in and the warm wind blow on through, nothing left to hide.)
hello! hello! were you always home? here in this lonely house. stuck in the unknown. i'm tired of feeling alone. here in this lonely house. but now i know that you are my home. no matter what lonely house. in your arms i'm shown that i will never be alone. here in this lonely house.
(the spark in her eyes is fading fast as they trail about the room, a stranger to its guise.)
hello, hello. is there anyone home? here in this lonely house. a whisper, a groan - anything not to feel alone. here in this lonely house.
white sheets draped over the room, like a snowdrift at dusk. in her mind, just a reprise. black and white photographs stare, there in the snowdrift at dusk. faces she can't recognize.
(the spark in her eyes is fading fast as they trail about the room, a stranger to its guise.)
hello, hello. is there anyone home? here in this lonely house. a whisper, a groan - anything not to feel alone. here in this lonely house.
(the spark in her eyes is growing fast as the vague comes into view, a visceral sign of life. fling the windows wide. let the sun pour in and the warm wind blow on through, nothing left to hide.)
hello! hello! were you always home? here in this lonely house. stuck in the unknown. i'm tired of feeling alone. here in this lonely house. but now i know that you are my home. no matter what lonely house. in your arms i'm shown that i will never be alone. here in this lonely house.
posted by audrey at
11:50 PM
1 Comments:
So...i think it's funny you posted this, and that i hadn't read it when i posted my latest. They don't exactly correlate but i think you'll understand why i find irony there.
And now, with all the "Hello! Hello!" i feel compelled to listen to some anberlin, who we never got to see in concert. Again.
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