Texty piesní Charlotte Church

Charlotte Church

House Upon the Sea

Here we are

A house upon the sea

A bad dream

The woods on the hill are aware

And there's a terrible voice that echoes around

The wind has it's sting

Puts the salt in your skin

And morning light clears

Oh won't you bring me to rest

Says I should fake a death

And failing that

I should enter the house

And face what I left

Upon the water

Here we are

House upon the sea

And I know it's but a bad dream

The morning light

The morning light

Will clear

But it's all so real

The dark reflects the day

Like a shadow on the waves