Wind

We found ourselves together In an old house in a small town called High Hope We didn't mind the quaking Through me, a tremble rose and it thought might tear But I hope We gathered in the same room But as the house shook and the ghosts looked in We moved Through the ceiling, I screamed at you I said, "These bonds are wearing thin, can you get us through?" In a town called High Hope We do our best to sing a weary song We fill our lungs to blow these walls out But it takes, it takes wind to knock this house down It came whistling round the corner And from our separate rooms, we felt it coming through The cracks in the windows Stirring up the dust Yeah, the wind blew In a town called High Hope We do our best to sing a weary song We fill our lungs to blow these walls out But it takes, it takes wind to knock this house down From dust we came, to dust we'll go From dust we came, to dust we'll go From dust we came, to dust we'll go From dust we came, to dust we'll go But we ain't gone In a town called High Hope We do our best to sing a weary song We fill our lungs to blow these walls out But it takes, but it takes It takes wind to knock this house down