A House With Every Door Nailed
I keep the curtains shut at noon And let the cold move through the room Your photograph has learned to fade Beside the pills I never take My hands are still, my mind's a flood I wake with iron in my blood I am a house with every door nailed closed A chapel where the winter never goes I call your name, the walls return it wrong I have been holding on too long The family clock has stopped at ten I wind it up; it stops again I wear my grief beneath my coat A stone too deep to keep afloat The mirror keeps a stranger's face I leave no mark, I leave no trace I am a house with every door nailed closed A chapel where the winter never goes I call your name, the walls return it wrong I have been holding on too long If morning comes, don't ask me why I couldn't make the dark run dry There's something in me turning slow A root that has forgotten how to grow I am a house with every door nailed closed A chapel where the winter never goes I call your name, though nothing answers back I drag this heart along the black The clock is still The room is still And I am here
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[Куплет 1] I keep the curtains shut at noon And let the cold move through the room Your photograph has learned to fade Beside the pills I never take [Предприпев] My hands are still, my mind's a flood I wake with iron in my blood [Припев] I am a house with every door nailed closed A chapel where the winter never goes I call your name, the walls return it wrong I have been holding on too long [Куплет 2] The family clock has stopped at ten I wind it up; it stops again I wear my grief beneath my coat A stone too deep to keep afloat [Предприпев] The mirror keeps a stranger's face I leave no mark, I leave no trace [Припев] I am a house with every door nailed closed A chapel where the winter never goes I call your name, the walls return it wrong I have been holding on too long [Бридж] If morning comes, don't ask me why I couldn't make the dark run dry There's something in me turning slow A root that has forgotten how to grow [Финальный припев] I am a house with every door nailed closed A chapel where the winter never goes I call your name, though nothing answers back I drag this heart along the black [Аутро] The clock is still The room is still And I am here
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