"The house on the hill..."

"And meet me there, bundles of flowers

We'll wade through the hours of cold

Winter she'll howl at the walls

Tearing down doors of time

 

Shelter as we go...

 

And promise me this

You'll wait for me only

Scared of the lonely arms

Surface, far below these birds

 

And maybe, just maybe I'll come home

 

Who am I, darling to you?

Who am I?

To tell you stories of mine..."

 

The Tunes

Done