The House Is on Fire

The House Is On Fire

David plays to please the Lord

And I ain’t worth the fighting for

Cus I wasn’t made for Sunday morning church

I could fly on angel’s wings

And that boy still won’t say a thing

And I don’t think that I can make this work

God help us, the well has run dry

And he don’t have a single tear to cry

I’m getting so tired

And the house is on fire

He’ll swear that he can’t smell the smoke

But I can’t breathe, no I can’t cope

And he’s blinded by the love we used to have

But I’m not what I thought I was

He’s holding back and I’m too much

And I don’t think it’s ever been this bad

God help us, the well has run dry

And he don’t have a single tear to cry

I’m getting so tired

And the house is on fire

He’s running out of steam and faith

But he can’t find the grace to say it to my face

My love is ashes all around

Yeah we’re burning down without a sound

I’m getting so tired

I’m getting so tired

And the house is on fire

The house is on fire