House Of Sorrow Lyrics - Hugh Cornwell

A dirty broom an empty room you'll never find a better tomb 

The passing of a lasting chill a night a day and time stands still 

The walls just stand their stories cold they watch a history unfold 

The sink is dry the fat don't fry and still the reasons pass you by 

When will the troubled soul descend and make amends? 

When will some laughter come alive? 

And walk inside walk inside walk inside 

A house of sorrow is a halfway house 

A house of sorrow is a halfway house 

The doors don't shut the pipes just froze the roof is cracked without a cause 

You feel the sadness everywhere you hear a creaking on the stair 

And just to liven up your day the spirit walks decides to stay 

She wakes inside your living room and suffocates you with her gloom 

When will the troubled soul descend and make amends? 

When will some laughter come alive 

And walk inside 

A house of sorrow is a halfway house 

A house of sorrow is a halfway house