House Of Cards

Mary Chapin Carpenter · Triple Feature [2010]

I grew up in a house like this

You knew the groan of every stair

All the walls seemed to listen in

All the years seemed to take up air

And when you dreamed it was of the wind blowing cold and hard

And in those dreams you thought you lived in a house of cards



And i grew up in a town like this

You knew the names of every street

On the surface it looked so safe

But it was perilous underneath

That's the place where you shoved your doubts and hid your ugly scars

God forbid if word got out about your house of cards



And now I feel the wind about to blow

Baby I'm so scared

We're repeating the past instead of letting it go

And I don't want to go back there



Now we're standing here face to face

Afraid to move or else

I want to prop up this fragile place

But I can't do it all by myself

Cause when we dream it's of the wind blowing cold and hard

And when we wake up we still live in a house of cards

When we dream it's of the wind blowing cold and hard

And when we wake up we still live in a house of cards