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.