You’ve got the house on the hill

Questions fill my time but I’ve got space to fill,

I’ve heard they’re both the same, can’t tell my heart that

I wanted all the money so I’d be able to sleep

I wanted all the tears to dry so I could breathe.

Now that I’ve got money and lungs that know the breeze, I’ve got reason to believe

All the answers must be somewhere,

all the answers must be somewhere.

My heart

Call it open, call it empty, my heart

I’ve got all these open jars…

and you’ve got the house on the hill.

Maybe you can see, where the answers wait for me

maybe you can see from your house up there on the hill

I’ve got all these open jars full of space to fill and you’ve got the house on the hill.

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