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There's a house on a hill in my backyard
It’s been burning there for days
I never called for help;
I should’ve called for help.

Go on, ask me what I would have changed
If I could rearrange the past and reconcile the pain
I’d never say the things I said, time and time again
But it’s all concrete beneath our feet
Our footprints sank in way too deep

And I’m here, and you’re there
We’re never in the same place anywhere
You’re looking for a boy who’s long since disappeared

There's a house on a hill in my backyard
It’s been burning there for days
I never called for help, I can’t find the words to say
That it’s me inside
And now I’m desperate just to hear you
To feel the heartbeat of this house
To tell you that I'm sorry
And not to miss me when I'm gone

I’ve never felt so homesick for the road
We’d drive all night and sing until our throats were sore,
When we got bored and decided that we’d fight it out
Scream and shout, our hearts shut down

I never meant to tear those pages out.
The story of a house.

There's a house on a hill in my backyard
It’s been burning there for days
I never called for help, I can’t find the words to say
That it’s me inside
And now I’m desperate just to hear you
To feel the heartbeat of this house
To tell you that I'm sorry
And not to miss me when I'm gone

I’ve got my cardboard box and tether rope
I’ll carve my name in the ceiling before I choke

There's a house on a hill in my backyard
It’s been burning there for days
I never called for help, I can’t find the words to say
That it’s me inside
And now I’m desperate just to hear you
To feel the heartbeat of this house
To tell you that I'm sorry
And not to miss me when I'm gone

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