| now, inside this place we hide away we hear it near although it's miles away we hear it near and hope it turns away turn away this house divided, we live inside it hate's dwelling place is behind our doors in fitful nights hear it walk the floor and hear it rave as it moans and drags along its ball and chain as it moves through this house it can't escape now inside this place we hide away we hear it near and hope it turns away turn away |
