I grew up in a house like this
You knew the groan of every stair
All the walls seemed to listen in
All the years seemed to take up air
And when you dreamed, it was of the wind blowing cold and hard
And in those dreams you thought you lived in a house of cards

And I grew up in a town like this
You knew the names of every street
On the surface it looked so safe
But it was perilous underneath
That's the place where you shoved your doubts
And hid your ugly scars
God forbid if word got out
About your house of cards

And now I feel the wind about to blow
Baby, I'm so scared
We're repeating the past instead of letting it go
And I don't want to go back there

Now we're standing here face to face
Afraid to move or else
I want to prop up this fragile place
But I can't do it all by myself
'Cause when we dream, it's of the wind blowing cold and hard
And when we wake up, we still live in a house of cards
When we dream, it's of the wind blowing cold and hard
And when we wake up, we still live in a house of cards

Copyright: Sentric Music
Writer(s): MARY CARPENTER