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 walls
And carry the weigth of love and loss

Ohhhhhh

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