stuck my toes running into your house
**broke my neck** running into your house
Lost my head running into your house
Broke my ??? running into your house
Oh my god, is this what it feels like
**to be in love** is this what it feels like
All my life (oh my love?) it feels like ?god?
Trust you, shut my mouth
Just **try and** shut my mouth
Mad pilot he flies
Music by elton john
Lyrics by bernie taupin
Available on the album made in england
This is my house
This is where i live
That is the winter
Those are the trees
I can hear them breathe
This is my bed
This is where i sleep
That was the dark
Those are my dreams
They belong to me
This is my floor
This is where i lie
This is a square room
That was a bright light
These are not my eyes
What is my soul
Where is my tired heart
That is the question
Where is the answer
Inside my house
And i sit by the window
And i wish i was rain
I want to fall from the sky
I want to get wet all over again
‘cause this my house
It belongs to me
Inside my head
It’s all that’s left
This is my house
This is my bed
This is where i sleep
That was the dark
Those are my dreams
They belong to me
This is my house
This is my house where i hang around
As soon as i get up, i start to get down
You don’t need a place to stay
Our house is any old place we play
This is my house if you don’t like it
Just get outta
Get outta
Get outta
Came up so fast gave me the bends
Now i’m staring into a camera lens
From rags to riches and back again
But this is my house and i say when
This is my house…..
This is my house you know that’s final
It’s made of plastic, magnetic tape and vinyl
This is my house now doncha know
We move in every time you turn on your radio
This is my house….
This house aches
I whistle it’s tune
After so much noise
Freedom is silence
Half the house is missing
Taken half of me with it
I had imagined this
Hurting in a different way
Hurting in a different way
I still have the hi-fi
Quiet at all volumes
As my dull thoughts
Echo viscous and slow like the tolling of some great bell under water
When she cries she cuts me
And when she smiles i wanna die
Afraid of knowing myself
Our eyes stare out while we hide inside
Looking at it, not seeing it
Looking at it, not seeing it
The open windows
Let in the spring air today
And the birds sing their thankfully happy, brainless song
But the silence here finds a way to stay
Some kind of explosion
God, if you hear me
Throw me a line or strike me down
Do you refuse even to accuse
C’mon, do your worst
But lift this curse
Built this house on solid ground
But now it’s crumbling tumbling down
Will nobody here even cry out for help?
As it slowly collapses into itself
Looking at it, not seeing it
Looking at it, not seeing it
Hanging on to this pain
It’s no good
It’s no good
But we try again
We try again
