House On The Hills by WALKEN Lyrics
She sat in an old wicker chair
Waiting on the front porch, breathing in the fresh air
Out by a house in the hills
Where mindsets collapse and all the sound spills
Enter the neat little rooms
As mundane tasks corrupt and exhume
A well-dressed man stands put
Observing from behind, watching her wait there
“You don’t fit in here, nor do you belong”
He exclaimed in a static tone – “You’re far too young!”
But a boy like me has accepted the terms
So for me, this is the house for which I have earned
The detectives were in a downright mess
Caught up on an idea that was oh so defective
I felt the shiver of a cold new guest
Well hung of hesitative defectors
(She sat in an old wicker chair)
(I will hide myself within the forest as I banish evil forces
My new house is free from tourists)
Waiting on the front porch, breathing in the fresh air
Out by a house in the hills
Where mindsets collapse and all the sound spills
Enter the neat little rooms
As mundane tasks corrupt and exhume
A well-dressed man stands put
Observing from behind, watching her wait there
“You don’t fit in here, nor do you belong”
He exclaimed in a static tone – “You’re far too young!”
But a boy like me has accepted the terms
So for me, this is the house for which I have earned
The detectives were in a downright mess
Caught up on an idea that was oh so defective
I felt the shiver of a cold new guest
Well hung of hesitative defectors
(She sat in an old wicker chair)
(I will hide myself within the forest as I banish evil forces
My new house is free from tourists)