Talking to the floor
I'm not here anymore
This house of mine
Do I mourn it?
Knocking on the door
Answer like a joke I heard before
Don't get anymore
But it's so warm


Could you tell me stories
The things of the past
The glories of old
In this photograph
We can head to the past
When there's nowhere to go


I'm caving through the floor
I'm not there anymore
This house of cards
I keep playing
Dreamed walking through the door
I saw everyone from every corner
And laid on the floor
Said it's okay


When you tell me stories
The things of the past
The glories of old
In this photograph
We can head to the past
When there's nowhere to go


Climbing up the mountain, ain't it fun?
To have a view of your setting sun
Somewhere in the ocean, a sparrow flies
A landslide brought me down to the ground
Coming down the mountain, I was found