This house goes on sale every Wednesday morning Take it off the market in the afternoon You can buy a piece of it if you want to It’s been good to me if it’s been good to you Take the grand look now the fire is burning Is that your reflection on the wall? I can show you this room and some others If you came to see the house at all Carefull at the stairs a few are missing I haven’t had the time to make repairs First step is the hardest one to master And the last one up I’m not sure t’s there Instrumental verse This room here once had its childish laughter I come back to hear it now and again I can’t say that I’m certain of what you’re after But in this room a part of you will remain Second floor the lady sleeps in waiting Pass the laterns tip-toes in its glance And in the room the soft brown arms of shadows This room is the hardest one to pass How much will you pay to live in the attic The shavings of your mind are the only rent I left some of it there if you thought you couldn’t Or if the (?) that you boughthas all been spent Verse 1 by: José Duarte [email protected]