I am the roof above your head Hanging by a thread How much longer will I take the strain? I hear the rain coming down again I am the bones behind the frame I remember all your names I miss the children playing in the halls Echoing voices bouncing of the walls There's a house at the foot of the hill Standing in silence, standing still Break the windows, and pull the curtains down 'Cause they're coming to raze it to the ground, To the ground, The ground ♪ Made by your own hands Strong upon the mainland I've got some secrets scratched against the grain A couple of loose screws, guess I'm no my way There's a house at the foot of the hill Standing in silence, standing still Break the windows, and pull the curtains down 'Cause they're coming to raze it to the ground, To the ground, The ground The ground The ground The ground The ground