This is the house, this is the hill This is the story it's a little thing A lock of hair, an invisible smoke trail This is your shadow Everything changes This is your picture, it's in black and white This is the family having a party There's a crack in the ceiling and there's an open door Nothing there but the dust and the rust Everything changes Gone, gone, gone, gone Gone, gone, gone, gone This is the house, this is the hill This is the story it's a little thing A lock of hair, an invisible smoke trail Nothing there but the dust and the rust Everything changes This is the house