The Railway House

There's a houseBy the rails that I knowIn a valley of its ownWith trains and bonesAnd birds in the yardWhere the wild nettles grow.Growing over the doorGrowing up through the wallsGrowing up, growing overA treasure to be told.So, wave goodbyeTo living aloneI think we've foundOur homeLet's paint these wallsAnd pull up the weedsAnd cast our feversIn stone.Growing out of the drugsGrowing up through the nightGrowing up, growing oldWith treasure to be told...I see us growing oldWatch us growing oldGrowing...Together...