House Of Strangers Songtext
von Justin Courtney Pierre

Well, I′m leaning on
What's left of what has been
And still to come
And the present tense
Eludes all sense And haunts this native son
There′s a truth or two or three or four
Depends on where you stand
You can be a multitude of things
My lovely ampersand

We're not a house of strangers anymore
No cobweb takes a chance upon our door


There's a hope I horde
And hold onto
It comforts like a song
That you′ll find the spark
That guides you through the dark
Before I′m gone

We're not a house of strangers anymore
With chosen crest of black upon our door