Our House Is Not a Home

Our house is hushed with only lonely we had crystal teardrops for our chandelier
Shatters of sadness won’t let happiness get in Our house is not a home for there’s never been love in Our bedroom has courtains of icy lace fine carpets where my restless feet have
cased
To be so lovely yet so empty it must be a sin
Our house is not a home for there’s never been love in It’s never known a joy or the sound of tiny feet
In cold protection it looks down on the world like you look down on me Why do we try to fool the world why do we pretend
Our house is not a home for there’s never been love in Our house is not a home for there’s never been love in