A House Is Not A Home

The simple cost of loving you is a better picture

There is not a sound coming from my voice

You want to listen to the kids ? Banging on

They're halos soon to be divorced

And you're a poor young factory boy blowing on your trumpet

With a home on the back of your horse



Oh!!! This is a separation

I can't believe this is the end

I don't want to talk about it

Go tell it to your friend?

I live and I breathe with feeling for anything I might have tried

At a point where I can touch her

Everyday I wonder what's going on in her heart

I couldn't eat

Sleep

Find my feet

I think I used a little too much

Force



Come see me you can heal me

Turn your head back to the moon

You know you don't have to act so quiet

This is a house not a home



I can't do this anymore I know it's pointless

(like a witch) I could never be yours,

Play to your better nature we can talk about the old days

I can't help it if you think I am odd

Although our separation it is

To easy I believe its your loss

The simple cost of needing you is a part into the cause

On the street I can feel a sequel?

This is a divorce