When I woke
The sun was new
The fever broke
I had sweat through
And now those words
Resembling stones
Break like feathers
On my bones
Now time to leave
It took so long
The good the bad
The jeweler's song
And even ink that marked our height
Will be repainted out of sight
It all must go under the knife
Every dent from making life
So box it up
Bring it out
Last of my things
From the blue house
Except the stains
And willow tree
But i won't cry
I could foresee
The fall of Rome
Was bound to be
Not to endure
Eternally
And even ink that marked our height
Will be repainted out of sight
It all must go under the knife
Every dent from making life
Now it's time to leave what we know
Chase the new and let love grow
And when we arrive then it will show
It's more than bricks that make a home
It's more than brick that make a home
And even ink that marks our height
Will be repainted out of sight
It all must go under the knife
Every dent from making life
A black slate for what's to be
A canvas for new family
To make their own scuffs on the walls
As tiny feet pound down the halls
A little girl to make-believe
And she now rules my willow tree
She'll learn to love and all it's ache
And how to mend after it breaks
And how to chase after what's true
In the house I learned those too