There's a house I know
On a London road
Standing but now bare
Will you come with me
To mourn the disrepair?
Once upon an evening
There was a dream of a
World so just and fair
Will you knock on the door with me
Will you join the sad affair?
Where does the good go?
I thought it once lived there
What good do I know? Good question
There's the word but perhaps it's rare
Is this where she cried and lost her voice and hid away?
Oh god and here she died that day
What to say?
When the lightning's striking
It's oh so frightening
But I'm debonair
Behind the curtains
One thing's for certain
Nothing could compare
There it's vaulted
Oh so exhaulted
Like a millionaire
Will you shed a tear with me
And hold me while I care?
Where does the good go?
Where's the good that I have made?
A heartbreaking show (I know)
Of good intention and hope decayed
Is this where she cried and lost her voice and hid away?
No god was by her side that day
I just hope to find her toys
I said I'd look after their voices
She was so scared and unprepared
This house was not a home - always in disrepair
Just as I recall
Wooden panelled walls
Pictures so strange
Did they happen at all?
Tools under the floor
Forgotten once more
I lay this place to rest
As I lock the backdoor
Say her name
Say her name