There is a house built out of stone | Wooden floors, walls and window sills... | Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust.. | This is a place where I don't feel alone | This is a place where I feel at home.......
Cause, I built a home | for you | for me
Until it disappeared | from me | from you
And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust........
Until it disappeared | from me | from you
And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust........
Out in the garden where we planted the seeds | There is a tree as old as me | Branches were sewn by the color of green | Ground had arose and passed it's knees
By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top | I climbed the tree to see the world | When the gusts came around to blow me down | I held on as tightly as you held onto me | I held on as tightly as you held onto me......
Cause, I built a home | for you | for me
Until it disappeared | from me | from you
And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust........
(this short hits a bit too close to home for me... but i was spellbound)