This house, this isn't my house
I didn't build it, it isn't my house
And when my children come home from school
These are not my rules, then to call me a fool
Nothing to teach them that they can use
This is not my house, with nothing to lose
I cannot care for you with what I'm going through
What am I gonna do?
I wanted to carry you.
But if I carried you to where you're going to,
just think what that would do,
if I could hide the truth
And I have a hammer, I have a nail
I'm in the belly of the whale
I have a hammer, I have a nail
I'm in the belly of the whale
I have a hammer, I have a nail
But I'm in the belly of the whale
Everything starts from scratch, can't just light a match
and if the roof collapsed, then you'd be homeless too
every man stands alone, can only share his home
House bare of flesh or bone, these are his only truths
Can I care for you with what I'm going through
What am I gonna do?
I wanted to carry you.