Low, low, low I skipped the part about love It seems so silly and low It seems so shallow and low All full of glory Dusk is dawn is day Where did it go? I've been laughing Fast and slow

This is a place that I call my home Where the doors are moaning all day long, Where the stairs are leaning dusk 'till dawn, Where the windows are breathing in the light, Where the rooms are a collection of our lives, This is a place where I don't feel