Her heart lies awake at night
Calling the sun to warm the skies
Her ivory hands hold so tightly
To the hope of morning
And in this house I hear a voice
The paintings of all they tell the tales of
The faces that lie beyond these halls
And carry the weight of love and loss
Facing time on her own
She mourns the day her love let go
But in her burdened heart she knows
Peace will come with morning
Her memories they hang like ghosts
Up on the walls the widows pass those
The faces that lie beyond these halls
And carry the weight of love and loss
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh...
And in this house I hear a voice
The paintings of all they tell the tales of
The faces that lie beyond these halls
And carry the weight of love and loss