walken – house on the hills lyrics
she sat in an old wicker chair
waiting on the front porch, breathing in the fresh air
out by a house in the hills
where mindsets collapse and all the sound spills
enter the neat little rooms
as mundane tasks corrupt and exhume
a well-dressed man stands put
observing from behind, watching her wait there
“you don’t fit in here, nor do you belong”
he exclaimed in a static tone – “you’re far too young!”
but a boy like me has accepted the terms
so for me, this is the house for which i have earned
the detectives were in a downright mess
caught up on an idea that was oh so defective
i felt the shiver of a cold new guest
well hung of hesitative defectors
(she sat in an old wicker chair)
(i will hide myself within the forest as i banish evil forces
my new house is free from tourists)
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