House By The Lake
There’s a house, down by the lake
In the evening, the trees begin to sway
And the flicker of the lights, I feel it in my bones
And she still walks away, singing all her songs
And there’s something on the rise
With the orange western skies
There’s a rattle in the air, and clicking on the tiles
Static on the set, the lights go on for miles
We gather on the steps, slowly pass a light
Minutes go for days, even through the night
And there’s something on the rise
With the orange western skies
And there’s something on the rise
With the orange western skies