This house aches
  I whistle it?s tune
  After so much noise
  Freedom is silence
  Half the house is missing
  Taken half of me with it
  I had imagined this
  Hurting in a different way
  Hurting in a different way
  I still have the hi-fi
  Quiet at all volumes
  As my dull thoughts
  Echo viscous and slow like
  the tolling of some great bell under water
  When she cries she cuts me
  And when she smiles I wanna die
  Afraid of knowing myself
  Our eyes stare out while we hide inside
  LOOKING AT IT AND NOT
  SEEING IT
  LOOKING AT IT AND NOT
  SEEING IT
  The open windows
  Let in the spring air today
  And the birds sing their
  thankfully happy, brainless song
  But the silence here finds a way to stay
  Some kind of explosion
  God, if you hear me
  Throw me a line or strike me down
  Do you refuse even to accuse C?mon, do your worst..
  But lift this curse
  Built this house on solid ground
  But now it ?s crumbling tumbling down
  Will nobody here even cry out for help?
  As it slowly collapses into itself
  LOOKING AT IT AND NOT
  SEEING IT
  LOOKING AT IT AND NOT
  SEEING IT
  Hanging on to this pain
  It?s no good
  It?s no good
  ...but we try again