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
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.