Текст песни House - Darren Hanlon

Once out to another part of the city
On some far away errand I went walking one day
My path might well have been drawn by committee
With all the time in the world I went winding my way

It's true I've never been known for my thinking
Some would say vague and I'd say that's fair
But I couldn't lie to her face without blinking
Can you believe I'd forgot what I'd find there?

For there stood the house like it had done forever
Or at least since circa 1939
The house that we lived in when we were together
The place that we rented when you were still mine

The broken antenna still stuck in the roof gently rocking
An unpicked apple still hung from the tree in the yard
I tried to peak through a window but a curtain was blocking
I thought about knocking

But what would I say to whomever answered
Would my eyes give myself away if I lied?
I could say I was collecting the national census
And ask how many they had living inside

I searched through my pockets to see if I had something to sell
A two dollar coin, an old bus ticket, I should keep walking
For some stones are best left unturned, but what the hell?
I rang the bell

The house gave an echo from inside its belly
Sounds I recalled from days I left my key
A footstep, a clank, someone turn down the telly
A shadow beneath the door, it was too late to flee

I said, "Hello, I once lived at this very address
You might know my name from some unclaimed mail"
She said, "You should have showed up a long time before this
But if you wait right here then I'll go check the pile
She left me there standing alone in the doorway
Just like the trespasser in my own brain
I took one step inside and looked down through the hallway
Just saw the house and I went back again

Oh, the horror, the horror, oh, hell and tarnation
The wallpaper's gone now the wall's painted green,
And a tapestry of some vulgar creation
Hung where the old pictorial once had been

Oh where were the poor little ghosts of the footsteps we'd taken
Trapped 'neath the carpets now covering those beautiful boards
Memories of you are now turning into strips of bacon
My heart was aching

I ran, I ran, till I ran out of running
I tried to go faster than what I'd just seen
I fell on the footpath all breathless and done in
Looking like I'd just come through Halloween

Now some memories are precious as a diamond
And others you have to think what they could fall
But they're best if they're left in a place you can't find 'em
Or else you might find someone's changed the décor.