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