[Verse]
The white clapboard stands still against the hill
Where every board was cut to fit the will
I found a piece of birch beside the gate
A broken branch that shared a heavy weight
It lay across the threshold like a guard
Protecting shadows scattered in the yard
I picked it up to feel the rougher grain
And traced the lines of sun and winter rain
[Chorus]
There is a house built on a hollow dream
A wooden stick to hold the rushing stream
A folded note left underneath the door
Saying we don't live here anymore
The ink is faded but the paper holds
The secrets that the quiet glass unfolds
[Chorus]
There is a house built on a hollow dream
A wooden stick to hold the rushing stream
A folded note left underneath the door
Saying we don't live here anymore
The ink is faded but the paper holds
The secrets that the quiet glass unfolds
[Bridge]
If walls could talk they’d speak of simple things
Of how the chimney smoke in winter swings
But silence is the only sound that stays
Within this labyrinth of better days
I lean the timber branch against the wall
And wait to see if any leaves will fall
[Verse]
I slid the page inside my jacket sleeve
A parting gift for those about to leave
The roof is leaking light onto the floor
Where polished boots don't wander anymore
The porch is sagging low toward the clay
While all the memories slowly drift away
I leave the wood to rot beside the stone
And walk the gravel path back all alone
[Chorus]
There is a house built on a hollow dream
A wooden stick to hold the rushing stream
A folded note left underneath the door
Saying we don't live here anymore
The ink is faded but the paper holds
The secrets that the quiet glass unfolds
[Chorus]
There is a house built on a hollow dream
A wooden stick to hold the rushing stream
A folded note left underneath the door
Saying we don't live here anymore
The ink is faded but the paper holds
The secrets that the quiet glass unfolds
[Outro]
