The House - Nits

I spent some time alone

In an old country home

Where the wallpaper looked like a landscape

In a foreign land

I took some walks alone

Around this old country home

And the landscape looked like the wallpaper

Time’s slipping away

Time’s slipping away

Time’s slipping away

In the rooms of this home

I saw the pictures of the family still young

And I knew they were all dead and gone

Time’s slipping away

Time’s slipping away

Time’s slipping away

Time’s slipping away

Time’s slipping away

Time’s slipping away