Lletres: Elton John. Made In England. House.

This is my house, this is where I live
That is the winter, those are the trees
I can hear them breathe, this is my bed
This is where I sleep, that was the dark
Those are my dreams, they belong to me

This is my floor, this is where I lie
This is a square room, that was a bright light, these are not my eyes
What is my soul, where is my tired heart?
That is the question, where is the answer? Inside my house

And I sit by the window
And I wish I was rain
I want to fall from the sky
I want to get wet all over again

'Cause this my house, it belongs to me
Inside my head, it's all that's left
This is my house, this is my bed
This is where I sleep, that was the dark
Those are my dreams, they belong to me

This is my house
This is my house
This is my house
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