This House

C G D C G D C G D This house is like a cemetery C G D Of all the things he built for me C G D The things he left behind, the labours of his time C G D The products of his mind, oh I keep them all in line, C G D the things he left behind C G D C G D This house is like a prison cell C G D Twenty years straight down the well C G D And all I’ve got is time, on time on time on time C G D Sat here with an idle mind, and the questions that it finds C G D About the ways that he was mine C G D C G D And it’s not shame, C G D It’s just something I can’t name C G D And it’s not love C G D Oh, this thing I’m dying of C G D Em It’s his roses in the garden, it’s his pictures on the wall C G D (hold) If this house was made for talking, it would say C G D It would say nothing at all C G D C G D C G D This house is like a mockery C G D Empty chairs and crockery C G D And it’s handsomer than most, nobody gets close C G D Empty glasses, none to toast, well he was born to host C G D But all I entertain is ghosts C G D C G D This house is like his legacy C G D All the things he meant to me C G D The things I'll never say, and I try to find a way C G D To keep the thought at bay that if we had one more day C G D Oh, I don’t know what I’d say, C G D Yeah, hell alone knows what I’d say C G D C G D And it’s not shame, C G D It’s just something I can’t name C G D And it’s not love C G D Oh, this thing I’m dying of C G D Em It’s his roses in the garden, it’s his pictures on the wall C G D If this house was made for talking, it would say C G D It would say nothing at all C G D C G D It would say nothing at all C G D C G D This house is like a cemetery C G D Of all the things he built for me C G D The products of his mind, the labours of his time C G D Oh, I keep them all in line, C G D All the things he left behind C G D G