The House

Walking restless while I fret
Things I like to know and get
Walking past the house where I live

Saw me sitting with a distant stare
Looking for a stain of tear
Walking past the house where I live

And out flies a bird
What is life like here?
Something is afoot
What will be will be

I'm breathing in air from you
It dances gives life to me
Inside my heart we are free

Come if you're able to
Walking in the rain in the nude
Exploring the time we're given here

And out flies a bird
What is life like here?
Something is afoot
What will be will be



Credits
Writer(s): Tore Kvalvik, Anita Nordheim
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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