These Walls

If you decide to enter this house Be prepared to hear laughter and cries. Happy laughter for small, little things But also, cries with suffocating tears. These walls keep memories of the good and the bad. These windows keep secrets of the life I once had, A life that turned out to be an illusion. An illusion I was fed. Domesticated by the song of a man I lost the divine gift of being myself. Happy laughter for small, little things But also, cries with suffocating tears. Take your shoes off, You're in my house. There's no dirt here, No more lies. All the little things here Mean everything. The true shape Of an extinct reality. My voice was always small in this house, Careful and cautious, in its own place. Domesticated by the song of a man I lost myself! Take your shoes off, You're in my house. There's no dirt here, No more lies. All the little things here Mean everything. The true shape Of an extinct reality. Domesticated by the song of a man I lost the divine gift of being myself.