House of Mourning

At the bottom of the street where gravity constantly pulls
Sits an old run-down house it creaks it groans
Blinds closed so no sun shows through shaded windows
As you walk through the front door it coldly welcomes you home

This is the house of mourning, of sorrow and pain
We've all got some we own
Though broken and naked are those found here
The rooms are constantly full
So collapse to the ground with your burdens still bound
Give rest to your aching bones
'Cause the host of this home hurts much more than you'll ever know
And his tears they won't leave him alone

But you can't know wet unless you first know dry
And you can't know death unless you first know life
And you won't know the sorrow that lives inside
Unless you've got some joy that still resides

Man of sorrow thanks for calling me home
I know I've got my pain and I'm not alone
Man of joy teach me to live
Tell me that I'm loved and I've got love to give
Man of sorrow thanks for calling me home
I know I've got my pain and I'm not alone
Man of joy teach me to live
Tell me that I'm loved and I've got love to give