There’s a house of horrors in the town
Where some bad things are said to have gone down
Nobody talks about it now
They’ve boarded up the windows
Roses used to grow in the front garden
The smell of scones on a Sunday morning
You’d hear Puccini on a hot summers day
And now they’ve boarded up the windows
No sunlight shards on the kitchen door
No Children’s footsteps across the wooden floor
No money lost down the back of the chair
There once was love now no ones there
He used to love to watch her dance
Reminded him of when he took a chance
Asked her out of a summer night
His luck was in and love took flight
They said she died of a broken heart
When she drifted off into the dark
The kids were gone to New York city
No long distance calls or letters of pity
The music stopped and those roses died
No sunlight shards could hurt their eyes
She sat waiting in her favourite chair
Behind her blackened boarded windows
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