This House

Jakszyk, Fripp and Collins - Rock, Progressive Rock
This House
2 Plays
Duration: 8:37
Lyrics
This house This house is empty now These rooms Echo with the ghosts of words These walls That no one could pull down Are crumbling and falling apart Windows framed in snowfall Summers without end Voices in the garden When the failing light descends Come to us all I read your letter (Sundown) What's the matter? All of that incessant chatter (Silence) Nothing ever seems to matter I don't understand what the rain means Sundown Sundown This house is empty now These rooms still echo This house This house This house
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Credits
- Writers
- Mel Collins
- Robert Fripp
- Jakko Jakszyk