House Song

歌詞

I don't hear wind up in the trees Nothing stirs those ancient leaves And I don't know what begins it, the growing of the vines The deep descending patterns of the wrinkling of time Like that little plastic flowerpot still sitting on the stairs Holding a dead bougainvillea from last year's burst of repairs And all of the fences we built then are still holding in the dogs Of our love, of our love, of our love Every old place, every old time I thought I knew my haunted mind Thought I picked through every longing a million years ago At night I dream I'm flying down an endless open road But our old Toyota is still frozen in the mud How I begged you to leave it on the street during the flood And how it sank further in the more we graveled and dug Our love, our love, our love Outside it's warm, the first of spring The opening of everything And this is what we wanted, a place to settle down But nothing can prepare you for the gravity of ground And our old foundation is so settled in its way I've got less baby and less to say And all the paint and rearranging never seems to stir the dust Of our love, of our love, of our love