Faultline by Mya Byrne Lyrics

Ours is an old place
Built of plaster, wood and slate
The floorboards creak and the plumbing leaks
Nothing much about it’s straight
It’s made it through the big ones
And fires that burned all around
Somehow it’s still standing
On less than solid ground

We live on a faultline
In an old house that sways
When the earth starts shaking
It could all fall down and break
We live on a faultline
A dangerous place to be
So far this house has made it
And maybe so will we

There’s cracks in the foundation
There’s ripples in the glass
Worn spots on the staircase
You can see into the past
Height marks by the basement door
From families long gone
We don’t know what’s become of them
But this old place lives on
We live on a faultline
In an old house that sways
When the earth starts shaking
It could all fall down and break
We live on a faultline
A dangerous place to be
So far this house has made it
And maybe so will we

And it’s hard to keep your balance
When you’re straddling that line
Of who to blame when things go wrong
Who to praise when things go right
But when the earth is trembling
And everything’s a fight
We should hold on to each other
Hold on with all our might


Sure, it needs a few repairs
Like most old good things do
New curtains and a coat of paint
At least the bones are strong and true
So many things get lost with time
Such a wonder we survived -
We live on a faultline
It makes us feel alive
We live on a faultline
In an old house that sways
When the earth starts shaking
It could all fall down and break
We live on a faultline
A dangerous place to be
So far this house has made it
And maybe so will we
And maybe so will we

We live on a faultline