Foot Of The Hill

I am the roof above your head
Hanging by a thread
How much longer will I take the strain?
I hear the rain coming down again

I am the bones behind the frame
I remember all your names
I miss the children playing in the halls
Echoing voices bouncing of the walls

There's a house at the foot of the hill
Standing in silence, standing still
Break the windows, and pull the curtains down
'Cause they're coming to raze it to the ground
To the ground, the ground (ooh)
Made by your own hands
Strung up on the mainland
I've got some secrets scratched against the grain
A couple of loose screws, guess I'm no my way

There's a house at the foot of the hill
Standing in silence, standing still
Break the windows, and pull the curtains down
'Cause they're coming to raze it to the ground
To the ground, the ground
The ground, the ground
The ground, the ground



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Writer(s): Max Pope
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