If This House Could Talk (Song A Day #1627)
Channel: Jonathan Mann
Date: 17/06/2013

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If This House Could Talk
Song A Day #1627

F  G
Put my hands
F   G
in the fire
F  G
Put my feet 
Am  F G
In the sky

C    F
Throw all of your convenience 
C     F
To where it has no other meaning
C    F
Where you hit a single button
G
And you make it rain

Tired of satisfaction
Hoist that rag and praise it
Love and this existence
Full of pain

Put that thermometer
Under my tongue
Kill my fever
With a cold, cold bath

Bash your heads together
You've wanted it forever
And your chest and your bodies
Coalesce 

When your teeth fall out
And a warm light fills your mouth
Overwhelming minisculity  
The only thing that you have left

Put that look
Away, far away
Save it for the day
That may never come

Breath turns into vapor
Your hat's made out of paper
No one understands you 
But you're fine

Floors dark and creaking
A crude attempt at speaking
You look so beautiful 
And you're mine

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