in this house life stands still
in a corner; a man who took his life with pills
i see a clock
for it; time will never stop
as long as she waits for the hands to turn
waiting for someone to put out the burn
and as long as the girl;
who i admire most
stands there with nothing about to boast
looking at the pages that never will change
never move, never fade
they died in this house; long ago
from a heartache that we’ll never know
they shed their tears
from all their fears
and ended it in this house of sorrow
all hopeing for a better tomarrow