Lakehouse - Postcards

Oh, I miss the comfort of this house

Where we are, where we are

Where we are, where we are

The floor under our feet whispers out

«Come on in, come on in, where it all begins.»

Can you chase this fire away?

The tallest man I’ve ever seen afloat

On a boat, on a boat

On a boat, on a boat

He keeps his only son close by In a bag, in a bag

In a bag on his back

Can you chase this fire away?

Can you chase this fire away?

We climbed up to the top in worn out shoes

But she ran down, she ran down

She ran down to the house

A fox that gains our trust but then breaks it as he walks

Away from us, away from us Can you chase this fire away?

Can you chase this fire away?