Little House

She doesn''''t look, she doesn''''t see Opens up for nobody Figures out, she figures out Narrow line, she can''''t decide Everything short of suicide Never hurts, nearly works Something is scratching Its way out Something you want to forget about A p

I love this place But it's haunted without you My tired heart Is beating so slow Our hearts sing less than We wanted, we wanted Our hearts sing 'cause We do not know, we do not know To light the night, to help us grow To help us grow It is not said,