This Quiet House
This quiet house
We sit alone
Reminiscing days gone by you turn the music on
We go dancing ourselves round, this old floor again
And the memory's deep
The song lifts me high
And it carries me on
Oh we already saved all our graces
In pictures and pages, and papers that faded
And oh, these angels we raised
They went chasing the stars in their eyes
So, it's just this old house me and you
A ray of sun
On this winter morn
With the weight of days gone by
The clock keeps ticking on
We go rattling down, this old road with our
Tired feet
We got some tattered clothes
You grab my hand, you pull me up
You resurrect these bones
We go walking ourselves down
This old road again
When the river was deep
And the mountain too high
You would carry me on
When the river is deep
And the mountain too high
I will carry you on
I saw it in a picture show
If we're not busy living then we're busy dying
And I can't sweep you off your feet anymore
But that won't stop me from tryin'
Oh, these angels we raised
They went straight from our hearts to our hands
Into the wide-open blue
And oh, these angels we raised
They went chasing the stars in their eyes
But they always come back, for you
We sit alone
Reminiscing days gone by you turn the music on
We go dancing ourselves round, this old floor again
And the memory's deep
The song lifts me high
And it carries me on
Oh we already saved all our graces
In pictures and pages, and papers that faded
And oh, these angels we raised
They went chasing the stars in their eyes
So, it's just this old house me and you
A ray of sun
On this winter morn
With the weight of days gone by
The clock keeps ticking on
We go rattling down, this old road with our
Tired feet
We got some tattered clothes
You grab my hand, you pull me up
You resurrect these bones
We go walking ourselves down
This old road again
When the river was deep
And the mountain too high
You would carry me on
When the river is deep
And the mountain too high
I will carry you on
I saw it in a picture show
If we're not busy living then we're busy dying
And I can't sweep you off your feet anymore
But that won't stop me from tryin'
Oh, these angels we raised
They went straight from our hearts to our hands
Into the wide-open blue
And oh, these angels we raised
They went chasing the stars in their eyes
But they always come back, for you
Credits
Writer(s): Mckane Davis
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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