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House of Doors – Justin Alvin

The little old man, made of wood
Lives in his house of glass
And he sits by the fire that burns his face
And waits for her to pass

She walks in the road, wherever it goes
Her face turned up to the sky
Singing her mother’s wedding song
He always wonders why

I once had a dream of a house of doors
With a small, small crack that grew the floor
And it let in the water that fell from the sky
Till a river was rushing and roaring inside
When each room in the house filled up with the sea
The doors opened up and released the debris
But the water was trapped in the crack in the floor
Letting grass from the ground grow up as before

The man of the year takes tea twice a day
With all who wish to see
His four-eyed wife and his two-faced son
In their house up the hickory tree

The little old lady cracks her bowl of seeds
And coughs and cackles and crows
At the end of the day she returns to her grave
A secret that nobody knows

I once had a dream of a house of doors
With a small, small crack that grew the floor
And it let in the water that fell from the sky
Till a river was rushing and roaring inside
When each room in the house filled up with the sea
The doors opened up and released the debris
But the water was trapped in the crack in the floor
Letting grass from the ground grow up as before

Song lyrics by Justin Alvin
©2010 Justin Alvin

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