A House in the Sun

A mother works the hours she's sent,
to put food in her children's mouths;
those of us who on her fire depend,
all while her candle's burning out
she looks inside and finds a way
to keep herself alight,
if she keeps working for it...

we'll buy a new house
and we'll lose ourselves in the sun;
barbeques on the patio, hey now,
look, daddy's home, we're in love...
were in love...

the fixed expression held in place
it belies what she feels inside;
the pain of forcing it on her face,
is what reminds her she's alive;
she falls behind, on the payments
on the bills she needs to pay,
she never could afford it,

she misses the a new house
where we'd lose ourselves in the sun;
barbeques on the patio,
hey now, look, daddy's home, we're in love...
were in love...

a mother's gift can heal the pain,
a trade for her son's escape;
she puts the gun into his face
and then whispers it all away,
it's growing grey;
that house in sun's been bought and sold;
but there's an echo of it...

we'll buy a new house
and we'll lose ourselves in the sun;
barbeques on the patio,
hey look, daddy's home, we're in love...
were in love...

we'll buy a new house
and we'll lose ourselves in the sun;
barbeques on the patio,
hey look, daddy's home, we're in love...
were in love...