Going back to that old house
Dilapidated crumbling walls
The memory of the bright red paint
And gilt framed mirrors shining back
A warmth that’s maybe gone for good.
I know this was a special home
Once upon a time
I still can hear the ghostly laughs
Whistling through the rooms
They were happy times indeed
But can we bring it back to life
Or is this house a broken dream
The time of death’s already called
And this sweet love cannot be fixed
With sorry whispered in deaf ears.