Lyrics
Past the pines, past the rails, past the bends in the road
Past the hush, past the rush, where the slow waters flowed
In the attic of a house by a silver-still lake
There's a box full of years I was scared to awake
Cardboard corners, worn tape, dust like snow in my hands
Little ghosts in a pile, tiny dreams, tiny plans
Plastic pony, locked book, tiny lock, tiny key
All the secrets I buried still whisper to me
At the bottom wrapped tight in a checkered old rag
My pacifier, chewed ring, little tooth in a box
Years of my parents when they were still young
Time folded soft in a fabric of cloth
There's a house that only I can see
Standing frozen inside of me
It's mine and mine alone
It's the place where I learned my first song
Front yard glow, magnolia wide and in bloom
White petals falling like echoes of June
Rubber tire on a rope, slow creak, slow sway
That swing sang me through every yesterday
Skin to the sun, knees to the bark, dirt on my jeans
Laughing so loud at the edge of my dreams
Round and around, sky upside down
Queen of nothing, wearing a cardboard crown
At the bottom wrapped tight in a checkered old rag
My pacifier, chewed ring, little tooth in a box
Photos of my parents when they were still young
Time folded soft in a fabric of cloth
There's a house that only I can see
Standing frozen inside of me
It's mine and mine alone
It's the place where I learned my first song
Strangers live there now, it's true
New furniture, different view
Pictures I've never known
Other children swinging where I swung alone
But there's a house that only I can see
Standing frozen inside of me
The windows and walls still remember me
The attic box remembers who we used to be
