House No. 3

I grew up in house no. 3
My home in house no. 3
I grew up in house no. 3
House no. 3
Stands there alone
And if I go there now
I ask myself
I ask myself
How can a place once so warm
A place I called home
Still look like home
But not be warm?
Nothing can replace
Nothing can replace
You

Like a thief I take little things
I take little things
Like a thief I take little things
To help me pretend
That something's remained
When I walk away
A little piece of you
I carry on my back and
Are you still there?
Somewhere in the air
Or hiding in bed
Pictures in my head
I find it strange
It's so cold
So deserted
My house no. 3 is wounded

Cause you're away
So far away
And you are not
In the walls
In the walls
In the walls



Credits
Writer(s): Sharon Ashkenazi
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