Play House Songtext
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Play House Songtext
I am your house
I watch your back at night
I am your swaddling wrap
Still sometimes you slip out
I am your house
I withstand all your collapse
I am made of bricks and cracks
My two foundations are always sound
I am your house
I′m see-through because my rooms are made of glass
I protect your body from the outside
With my eye-patch
These beams are made of oak
These beams are made of notes
These beams covered with paper
These beams covered in dust
These beams are made of us
These beams are made of us
These beams are one of us
I am your house
I guard your skin and your bones
Together, roof and garden
I wish the nights were longer
I am your match
I am your match
I am your match
My holy, my ash
These beams are made of oak
These beams are made of notes
These beams covered with paper
These beams covered in dust
These beams are made of us
These beams are made of us
These beams are made of oak
These beams are made of notes
These beams covered with paper
These beams covered in dust
These beams are made of us
These beams are made of us
These beams are one of us
These beams are made of oak
I watch your back at night
I am your swaddling wrap
Still sometimes you slip out
I am your house
I withstand all your collapse
I am made of bricks and cracks
My two foundations are always sound
I am your house
I′m see-through because my rooms are made of glass
I protect your body from the outside
With my eye-patch
These beams are made of oak
These beams are made of notes
These beams covered with paper
These beams covered in dust
These beams are made of us
These beams are made of us
These beams are one of us
I am your house
I guard your skin and your bones
Together, roof and garden
I wish the nights were longer
I am your match
I am your match
I am your match
My holy, my ash
These beams are made of oak
These beams are made of notes
These beams covered with paper
These beams covered in dust
These beams are made of us
These beams are made of us
These beams are made of oak
These beams are made of notes
These beams covered with paper
These beams covered in dust
These beams are made of us
These beams are made of us
These beams are one of us
These beams are made of oak
Writer(s): Neysa Barnett, Emile Larroche Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
