There is a house built out of stone
Wooden floors, walls and window sills
Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust
this is a place where i don't feel alone.
This is a place where i feel at home.
And I, will build a home, for you, for me.
Until it disappeared from me, from you
and no, it's time, to leave and turn to dust.

Out int he garden where we planted the seeds
There is a tree as old as me.
Branches were sewn by the colour of green
Ground had arose and passed its knees.

By the cracks of the skin i climed to the top
I climbed the tree to see the world
When the gusts came around to blow me down
Held on as tightly as you held on to me
Held on as tightly as you held on to me.

And I built a home
For you
For me

Until it disappeared
From me
From You

And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust.

Writer(s): MARK ISHAM, CYNTHIA ANNE O'CONNOR<br>Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com