Текст песни Steve Forbert - Open House
Steve Forbert - Open House слова песни
Open house now for your fading heart,Tell your ghost it`s time to hide;Strangers won`t know when to stop and startOnce they`ve fin`ly got inside.Spir`ling staircase toward your dusty mind,With crates and boxes and bags and trunks;No one cares what tender dreams they`ll find,All they`ll see up there is junkWith silver dollars from a ragdoll`s earAnd merc`ry dimes for buttons, too,And flutes and whistles only kids can hearAnd peacock feathers green and blue.Deep depression in a walnut grain,Afternoons on rainy days;Once it stacked up well in both your brains,And now it`s all some purple hazeWith vandals picking locks and breaking doorsAnd smashing keepsakes all around;Souvenirs of love and foreign shoresAnd scrapbook pages all unbound.It`s open house now for your fading heart,Tell your ghost it`s time to hide;Strangers won`t know when to stop and startOnce they`ve fin`ly got inside.