Open House - Pop Filter

Selling the house out from under me

Selling the house out from under me

Songs I used to sing

Sound like they were made by aliens

Thinking women are prizes and hitting the high notes

It’s playing ten years later at Stanley Street, soon to be sold

And after a little riff, my voice comes in, right on cue

Selling the house out from under me

Selling the house out from under me

Mum’s lft keys

Bread, yoghurt and muesli

It’s just m writing

Strip all of the sentiment out

'Til a sentiment pours into the absence of sentiment

They took the photos down

Selling the house out from under me

Selling the house out from under me

They took the photos down

On advice from the real estate in this open house

Selling the house out from under me

Selling the house out from under me

They took the photos down

On advice from the real estate in this

Songs from a town I’ll never hear from again

Selling the house out from under me

Selling the house out from under me