House Of Sorrow - Hugh Cornwell

A dirty broom an empty room you’ll never find a better tomb

The passing of a lasting chill a night a day and time stands still

The walls just stand their stories cold they watch a history unfold

The sink is dry the fat don’t fry and still the reasons pass you by

When will the troubled soul descend and make amends?

When will some laughter come alive?

And walk inside walk inside walk inside

A house of sorrow is a halfway house

A house of sorrow is a halfway house

The doors don’t shut the pipes just froze the roof is cracked without a cause

You feel the sadness everywhere you hear a creaking on the stair

And just to liven up your day the spirit walks decides to stay

She wakes inside your living room and suffocates you with her gloom

When will the troubled soul descend and make amends?

When will some laughter come alive

And walk inside

A house of sorrow is a halfway house

A house of sorrow is a halfway house