Wine spills crimson on the hillside Yet the painter can't shed light On the brilliance Of blue moon memories Hence I wonder Do Old Houses Dream And if you hear An echo sound between your bones Or the strumming of the strings Do not fear It's just the key to the home Of old houses that dream Alright Yet that butterfly brain Well it gambles with my world Siren's singing sweeter now Think I'll go meet her Close your eyes And hear her sing Stirring deep within Head bowed I'm down upon my knees before Old houses that dream Lord, do old houses dream