This old house the floor boards creak
I learned their language so I wouldn't have to speak
And these eyes I have seen many things
The way your lies spilled from your tongue in gasoline
All you needed was a match to set the house ablaze
A burning desire to stay, but something told me not this way
The walls are thing and words like knives busting at the seams
And bursting into fire, bursting
Into fire
Well this place used to be our home
Now it's just a memory, a place we used to roam
And every time, I close my eyes, I see the flames dancing, lighting up the sky
All you needed was a match to set the house ablaze
A burning desire to stay, but something told me not this way
The walls are thing and words like knives busting at the seams
And bursting into fire, bursting
Into fire