I GREW UP
IN A HOUSE LIKE THIS
YOU KNEW THE GROAN
OF EVERY STAIR
ALL THE WALLS
SEEMED TO LISTEN IN
ALL THE YEARS
SEEMED TO TAKE UP AIR
AND WHEN
YOU DREAMED
IT WAS OF THE WIND
BLOWING COLD
AND HARD
IN THOSE DREAMS
YOU THOUGHT YOU LIVED
IN A HOUSE OF CARDS
AND I GREW UP
IN A TOWN LIKE THIS
YOU KNEW THE NAMES
OF EVERY STREET
ON THE SURFACE
IT LOOKED SO SAFE
BUT IT WAS
PERILOUS UNDERNEATH
THAT'S THE PLACE
YOU SHOVED
YOUR DOUBTS AND
HID YOUR UGLY SCARS
GOD FORBID
IF WORD GOT OUT
ABOUT YOUR
HOUSE OF CARDS
AND NOW I
FEEL THE WIND
ABOUT TO BLOW
BABY I'M SO SCARED
WE'RE REPEATING
THE PAST INSTEAD OF
LETTING IT GO
AND I DON'T
WANT TO GO
BACK THERE
16 BAR
INSTRUMENTAL
BREAK
NOW WE'RE
STANDING HERE
FACE TO FACE
AFRAID TO MOVE
OR ELSE
I WANT TO PROP UP
THIS FRAGILE PLACE
BUT I CAN'T DO IT
ALL BY MYSELF
CAUSE WHEN
WE DREAM
IT'S OF THE WIND
BLOWING COLD
AND HARD
AND WHEN
WE WAKE UP
WE STILL LIVE
IN A HOUSE OF CARDS
WHEN WE DREAM
IT'S OF THE WIND
BLOWING COLD
AND HARD
AND WHEN
WE WAKE UP
WE STILL LIVE
IN A HOUSE OF CARDS