Full House - Sport

Short pants, tight shoes, «not coming home tonight»

Wheatfields horizon, weak legs to walk the land

To crushing mountains, great peaks I’ll learn to love

And you dear sister, you feeling the same way?

Lonesome misgivings of growing old alone

Life long grieving, life long reconstruction

Same face, same talks, and our restrained bond

We shared a full house, full of people, full of pain

A fork crossroad: is it the only place to be?

Once I found a full house down in Michigan

It gave me something, I had never had before:

The quiet of some people I could trust

Same face, same talks, same will to runaway

We’ve been shattered by affective insecurity

Can’t say I love you, you can’t either, can you?

Thirty something, you made me the best gift you could do