Our homes are not mere pieces of real estate. They are alive. And the traces of our lives are etched in them.
lyrics
I’m bruised by the early morning,
I hear the whole house breathing
Footsteps in empty hallways fall to the sound of leaving
Inch marks on doorframes
And thumbprints on window frames
Ghosts of hereafter
Kitchen walls pock marked
With shadows of blue tack
And riddled with laughter
Scars where the bed stood
And names scored on old wood
And dreams in the rafters
Secrets in timbers
And tears spilled on red bills
And hopes in the plasterboard
Out in the world of numbers
One door doesn’t count at all
It’s just sticks n stones (and our dreams in the rafters)
It’s just sticks n stones our hopes in the plasterboard)
It’s just sticks n stones (and our dreams in the rafters)
It’s just sticks n stones our hopes in the plasterboard)
It’s just sticks n stones (and our dreams in the rafters)
It’s just sticks n stones
And our stories
credits
from TRACES,
released August 13, 2012
Written by Karine Polwart (MCPS/PRS)
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