This house, this house is empty now
These rooms echo with the ghosts of words
These walls that no one could pull down
Are crumbling and falling apart
Windows framed in snowfall
Summer is without end
Voices in the garden
When the failing light descends
Come to us, oh
[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]
Somehow
Somehow
This house is empty now
These rooms still echo, oh
This house, this house, this house

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