Burned Down
Burned down but not forgotten
The walls were sturdy but the floor was rotten
Men like phantoms moving in the cold
Men like phantoms move - well
[Chorus]
This is the house that silence built
This is the place where she takes her shelter
I know the game she plays
Lays down the hand that a hard life dealt her
Mule Skinner you can call this house your home
you come a stranger but you seldom leave alone
Standing on the edge of a dying hour
They were standing on the edge - well
Raise high the roof beams everyone
Choose your words wisely and be done
Hearing accusations from yourself
You can hear them from yourself - well
Standing on the slope of an icy roof
You amble out but the answers are aloof
A month of hungry Sundays in a row
you can find them in a row - well
