Song | This Is Not The House That Pain Built |
Artist | Dar Williams |
Album | The Honesty Room |
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作词 : Williams | |
My house is hard to find, but I'll give you directions, | |
You can visit sometime, down where all that I built surrounds me | |
Just make sure your car's got good shocks | |
There's steep hills, there's potholes, there's rocks | |
I work in the garden, my son plays around me | |
Close the gate behind you, there's a horse that can't get out | |
I will see you first, is that all right | |
And can you remember, can you remember | |
This is not the house that pain built | |
This is not the house that pain built | |
I was drowning in something, I jumped in the rift | |
And you knew me back then, when I spat on my gift, but no | |
It's tough and it's tiring when you go it alone | |
I learned about wiring, I learned about stone | |
The building is done but the work's never through | |
And I won't give up, no how, it reminds me of who I am and where I am now | |
I remember myself, that's the work that I do | |
On a spring night when the snow is melting | |
You'll see two sets of footprints walking | |
Look at all the stars, and turn around, and walk home, | |
Slowly walk home. | |
This is not the house that pain built | |
That is not a house that pain ubilt | |
My friends all think that I holed up and hid | |
But I tell them I didn't, you know I don't think I did, no. | |
And this is where I let my pain go | |
This is where I let my pain go | |
This is where the footprints dance in the snow |
zuo ci : Williams | |
My house is hard to find, but I' ll give you directions, | |
You can visit sometime, down where all that I built surrounds me | |
Just make sure your car' s got good shocks | |
There' s steep hills, there' s potholes, there' s rocks | |
I work in the garden, my son plays around me | |
Close the gate behind you, there' s a horse that can' t get out | |
I will see you first, is that all right | |
And can you remember, can you remember | |
This is not the house that pain built | |
This is not the house that pain built | |
I was drowning in something, I jumped in the rift | |
And you knew me back then, when I spat on my gift, but no | |
It' s tough and it' s tiring when you go it alone | |
I learned about wiring, I learned about stone | |
The building is done but the work' s never through | |
And I won' t give up, no how, it reminds me of who I am and where I am now | |
I remember myself, that' s the work that I do | |
On a spring night when the snow is melting | |
You' ll see two sets of footprints walking | |
Look at all the stars, and turn around, and walk home, | |
Slowly walk home. | |
This is not the house that pain built | |
That is not a house that pain ubilt | |
My friends all think that I holed up and hid | |
But I tell them I didn' t, you know I don' t think I did, no. | |
And this is where I let my pain go | |
This is where I let my pain go | |
This is where the footprints dance in the snow |
zuò cí : Williams | |
My house is hard to find, but I' ll give you directions, | |
You can visit sometime, down where all that I built surrounds me | |
Just make sure your car' s got good shocks | |
There' s steep hills, there' s potholes, there' s rocks | |
I work in the garden, my son plays around me | |
Close the gate behind you, there' s a horse that can' t get out | |
I will see you first, is that all right | |
And can you remember, can you remember | |
This is not the house that pain built | |
This is not the house that pain built | |
I was drowning in something, I jumped in the rift | |
And you knew me back then, when I spat on my gift, but no | |
It' s tough and it' s tiring when you go it alone | |
I learned about wiring, I learned about stone | |
The building is done but the work' s never through | |
And I won' t give up, no how, it reminds me of who I am and where I am now | |
I remember myself, that' s the work that I do | |
On a spring night when the snow is melting | |
You' ll see two sets of footprints walking | |
Look at all the stars, and turn around, and walk home, | |
Slowly walk home. | |
This is not the house that pain built | |
That is not a house that pain ubilt | |
My friends all think that I holed up and hid | |
But I tell them I didn' t, you know I don' t think I did, no. | |
And this is where I let my pain go | |
This is where I let my pain go | |
This is where the footprints dance in the snow |