Wrecking the house
Pulling it down
Knowing that all the years of kindness
Lie at your feet
How does it feel
To pull out the rug
To call out time
To put a stamp upon that envelope and send it
With no address
But in time you will recognise your own voice
And your kids will come stay the month of June
Though you never want to hurt her
No matter
Your heart is cowering in the corner
You built a house
From a scene in a Russian play
Move along
There is nothing more to say
Move along
Keeping it in
Staying so calm
You no longer recognise a kind word
When it hits you
You brush it off
Week days are free, dinner for one
Tripping on all the years of kindness under your feet
Like rubble
And in time you're surprised that you forgive her
But the kids are better off without the truth
Though you never want to hurt her
No matter
Your heart is cowering in the corner
You built a house
From a scene in a Russian play
Move along
There is nothing more to say
Move along
Though you never want to hurt her
Though you never want to hurt her
No matter
Your heart is cowering in the corner
You built a house
From a scene in a Russian play
Move along
There is nothing more to say
Move along
Move along
Move, move along