There's a house on the mountains
At the end of the world
Holding up, in all it's glory
While the trees touch the open sky
It somehow seems to mourn
over the loss of every traveller
The floorboards creaks of
The fractions left behind.
There's a House
away from the warmness of a home
Where the winds pull you
To the warmth of the Sun
And it's here that is home
For all the hearts on escape;
To the souls with no belonging.