The house talks to me,
It whispers in my ears–
And tells me secrets.
It tells me about the years,
Of living and dying,
That happened in its guts.
It rots from the inside.
Because this parasite grows,
Called a family.
The house talks to me,
It whispers in my ears–
And tells me secrets.
It tells me about the years,
Of living and dying,
That happened in its guts.
It rots from the inside.
Because this parasite grows,
Called a family.
