House of Bones

While I was looking at the door
And the ceiling became a floor
I saw colours everywhere
But I don't know if it was really there

Like I was sitting on a chair
And of course I didn't care
Only wanted a little bit more
Of this very strange moving sore

Living in a house of bones
Feeling most of the time alone
Saying I was problem two
But he knows it was just little you

Right now when I'm walking back
Just like you gave me the sack
When the stars are shining bright
And the travel guy seems always white

While I was looking at the door
And the ceiling became a floor
I saw colours everywhere
But I don't know if it was really there

Living in a house of bones
Feeling most of the time alone
Saying I was problem two
But he knows it was just little you

Gitaarsolo

Living in a house of bones
Feeling most of the time alone
Saying I was problem two
But he knows it was just little you

Lyrics by Dayenne Wielheesen