There is a house built out of stone
Wooden floors, walls and window sills
Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust
This is a place where I don't feel alone
This is a place where i feel at home
And I built a home... For you... For me
Until it disappeared... From me... From you
And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust
Out in the garden where we planted the seeds
There is a tree that's old as me
Branches were sewn by the color of green
Ground had arose and passed it's knees
By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top
I climbed the tree to see the world
When the gusts came around to blow me down
I held on as tightly as you held onto me
I held on as tightly as you held onto me
And I built a home... For you...For me
Until it disappeared... From me... From you
And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust . . .
¿Y por qué no sonreír? Aradia.
