My Falling House Lyrics

I raise my hands

and stretch the dry skin of old age
all the lines draw an ending

without time for amendments

time went by

my old house became smaller

all my doors seem too narrow

as my shadow grows taller

the stairs inside my falling house
pile the dust of old days

I laze beneath the rusty hatch

where I once locked the sunshine

I am home

I could lay here where the walls tell my story

I rest my head down on the cold floor
I can wait here for a while, before morning

the light inside my falling house

warms the dust of old days

from the roof the open hatch

cuts half my ageing shadow.

Music: Fred ©

Lyrics: Susana Noronha ©