Building A House
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It all starts with a simple realization
Someone decides they are done walking and so they sit down
It is comfortable there
Perhaps it is the light dancing through the branches
Warming the earth at their toes
Or perhaps it is the purple mountains in the distance
And how it makes them feel held by something larger
But then they realize that there are storms
Or that the green blooms and wildflowers
Are only passing gifts
And like the calls of summer birds in the morning
They grow distant with the sun over time
So they take some stone
And they take some wood
And they build something above their bodies
But they are careful to leave open a small square
So that they remember why they stopped
At this very same place that very first time
And they call this place a house
Things go well for a while
There are holes to patch and fields to sow
But then they realize there are storms within ourselves too
These storms are a fuzzy grayness that
Fills in the edges of the house at dawn and dusk
So instead of walking farther into the forest
They walk to another house close-by
And ask if the person that they have smiled at
Every chance they had would like to come out
One person is enthralled by the slender curving arms of the other
The other person lights up at the way the other says mouse
Pronounced like there is a W hiding in the spelling of the word
And they both decide that these two things
Are something that they cannot live without
Because every big thing is really made up from a lot smaller things
Just like a house
So they stand in a patch of violet wildflowers on a warm day
And people who live in their houses join them
And people who used to live in their houses
Whom they have not seen in many days join them
And one asks a question and the other agrees
And they do not return to their houses alone
Instead they both go to one house and call it a home
They live like this for what seems like
The first part of forever
But they manage to keep track with small gifts
Like new plates when the old ones became scratched
New pants when the old knees wore thin from working
And a single bunch of wildflowers
From the same patch
That still grows in their minds every morning
And they make love before the sun rises
And in the woods on top of sweet grass bristling
And in the current beneath the waterfall
And then they are amazed at a sudden new life
One that was put together by their lives
And so now even the mountains look smaller to them
When they look at their new life
But to the new life being held
Their lives will be larger than any range ever seen
But one day
Just like they did so long ago
Their new life will leave their home
And they now older will continue on as they did before
Yet the winters will grow colder
The mornings earlier
And their memories shorter
But before either of them leaves for good
The story ends with a simple realization
Every little thing that built their home
Will be a piece of them
For the last part of forever
Someone decides they are done walking and so they sit down
It is comfortable there
Perhaps it is the light dancing through the branches
Warming the earth at their toes
Or perhaps it is the purple mountains in the distance
And how it makes them feel held by something larger
But then they realize that there are storms
Or that the green blooms and wildflowers
Are only passing gifts
And like the calls of summer birds in the morning
They grow distant with the sun over time
So they take some stone
And they take some wood
And they build something above their bodies
But they are careful to leave open a small square
So that they remember why they stopped
At this very same place that very first time
And they call this place a house
Things go well for a while
There are holes to patch and fields to sow
But then they realize there are storms within ourselves too
These storms are a fuzzy grayness that
Fills in the edges of the house at dawn and dusk
So instead of walking farther into the forest
They walk to another house close-by
And ask if the person that they have smiled at
Every chance they had would like to come out
One person is enthralled by the slender curving arms of the other
The other person lights up at the way the other says mouse
Pronounced like there is a W hiding in the spelling of the word
And they both decide that these two things
Are something that they cannot live without
Because every big thing is really made up from a lot smaller things
Just like a house
So they stand in a patch of violet wildflowers on a warm day
And people who live in their houses join them
And people who used to live in their houses
Whom they have not seen in many days join them
And one asks a question and the other agrees
And they do not return to their houses alone
Instead they both go to one house and call it a home
They live like this for what seems like
The first part of forever
But they manage to keep track with small gifts
Like new plates when the old ones became scratched
New pants when the old knees wore thin from working
And a single bunch of wildflowers
From the same patch
That still grows in their minds every morning
And they make love before the sun rises
And in the woods on top of sweet grass bristling
And in the current beneath the waterfall
And then they are amazed at a sudden new life
One that was put together by their lives
And so now even the mountains look smaller to them
When they look at their new life
But to the new life being held
Their lives will be larger than any range ever seen
But one day
Just like they did so long ago
Their new life will leave their home
And they now older will continue on as they did before
Yet the winters will grow colder
The mornings earlier
And their memories shorter
But before either of them leaves for good
The story ends with a simple realization
Every little thing that built their home
Will be a piece of them
For the last part of forever
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:17.97] It all starts with a simple realization
[00:22.43] Someone decides they are done walking and so they sit down
[00:29.10] It is comfortable there
[00:31.83] Perhaps it is the light dancing through the branches
[00:36.50] Warming the earth at their toes
[00:40.72] Or perhaps it is the purple mountains in the distance
[00:45.03] And how it makes them feel held by something larger
[00:57.14] But then they realize that there are storms
[01:00.94] Or that the green blooms and wildflowers
[01:03.51] Are only passing gifts
[01:07.06] And like the calls of summer birds in the morning
[01:10.18] They grow distant with the sun over time
[01:15.16] So they take some stone
[01:17.79] And they take some wood
[01:19.98] And they build something above their bodies
[01:24.05] But they are careful to leave open a small square
[01:27.38] So that they remember why they stopped
[01:29.94] At this very same place that very first time
[01:37.62] And they call this place a house
[01:46.72] Things go well for a while
[01:50.68] There are holes to patch and fields to sow
[01:54.57] But then they realize there are storms within ourselves too
[02:00.34] These storms are a fuzzy grayness that
[02:02.86] Fills in the edges of the house at dawn and dusk
[02:09.35] So instead of walking farther into the forest
[02:12.94] They walk to another house close-by
[02:15.30] And ask if the person that they have smiled at
[02:19.06] Every chance they had would like to come out
[02:33.01] One person is enthralled by the slender curving arms of the other
[02:37.57] The other person lights up at the way the other says mouse
[02:42.03] Pronounced like there is a W hiding in the spelling of the word
[02:46.88] And they both decide that these two things
[02:50.41] Are something that they cannot live without
[02:54.04] Because every big thing is really made up from a lot smaller things
[02:59.22] Just like a house
[03:03.31] So they stand in a patch of violet wildflowers on a warm day
[03:08.26] And people who live in their houses join them
[03:11.36] And people who used to live in their houses
[03:13.55] Whom they have not seen in many days join them
[03:17.51] And one asks a question and the other agrees
[03:23.27] And they do not return to their houses alone
[03:26.42] Instead they both go to one house and call it a home
[03:37.19] They live like this for what seems like
[03:38.83] The first part of forever
[03:41.92] But they manage to keep track with small gifts
[03:45.37] Like new plates when the old ones became scratched
[03:48.59] New pants when the old knees wore thin from working
[03:52.40] And a single bunch of wildflowers
[03:54.91] From the same patch
[03:55.92] That still grows in their minds every morning
[04:01.12] And they make love before the sun rises
[04:04.70] And in the woods on top of sweet grass bristling
[04:07.59] And in the current beneath the waterfall
[04:12.26] And then they are amazed at a sudden new life
[04:16.06] One that was put together by their lives
[04:19.35] And so now even the mountains look smaller to them
[04:23.01] When they look at their new life
[04:26.27] But to the new life being held
[04:29.32] Their lives will be larger than any range ever seen
[04:39.22] But one day
[04:41.94] Just like they did so long ago
[04:44.44] Their new life will leave their home
[04:48.11] And they now older will continue on as they did before
[04:54.65] Yet the winters will grow colder
[04:57.98] The mornings earlier
[05:00.03] And their memories shorter
[05:03.06] But before either of them leaves for good
[05:06.55] The story ends with a simple realization
[05:10.89] Every little thing that built their home
[05:14.43] Will be a piece of them
[05:16.16] For the last part of forever
[05:19.27]
[00:22.43] Someone decides they are done walking and so they sit down
[00:29.10] It is comfortable there
[00:31.83] Perhaps it is the light dancing through the branches
[00:36.50] Warming the earth at their toes
[00:40.72] Or perhaps it is the purple mountains in the distance
[00:45.03] And how it makes them feel held by something larger
[00:57.14] But then they realize that there are storms
[01:00.94] Or that the green blooms and wildflowers
[01:03.51] Are only passing gifts
[01:07.06] And like the calls of summer birds in the morning
[01:10.18] They grow distant with the sun over time
[01:15.16] So they take some stone
[01:17.79] And they take some wood
[01:19.98] And they build something above their bodies
[01:24.05] But they are careful to leave open a small square
[01:27.38] So that they remember why they stopped
[01:29.94] At this very same place that very first time
[01:37.62] And they call this place a house
[01:46.72] Things go well for a while
[01:50.68] There are holes to patch and fields to sow
[01:54.57] But then they realize there are storms within ourselves too
[02:00.34] These storms are a fuzzy grayness that
[02:02.86] Fills in the edges of the house at dawn and dusk
[02:09.35] So instead of walking farther into the forest
[02:12.94] They walk to another house close-by
[02:15.30] And ask if the person that they have smiled at
[02:19.06] Every chance they had would like to come out
[02:33.01] One person is enthralled by the slender curving arms of the other
[02:37.57] The other person lights up at the way the other says mouse
[02:42.03] Pronounced like there is a W hiding in the spelling of the word
[02:46.88] And they both decide that these two things
[02:50.41] Are something that they cannot live without
[02:54.04] Because every big thing is really made up from a lot smaller things
[02:59.22] Just like a house
[03:03.31] So they stand in a patch of violet wildflowers on a warm day
[03:08.26] And people who live in their houses join them
[03:11.36] And people who used to live in their houses
[03:13.55] Whom they have not seen in many days join them
[03:17.51] And one asks a question and the other agrees
[03:23.27] And they do not return to their houses alone
[03:26.42] Instead they both go to one house and call it a home
[03:37.19] They live like this for what seems like
[03:38.83] The first part of forever
[03:41.92] But they manage to keep track with small gifts
[03:45.37] Like new plates when the old ones became scratched
[03:48.59] New pants when the old knees wore thin from working
[03:52.40] And a single bunch of wildflowers
[03:54.91] From the same patch
[03:55.92] That still grows in their minds every morning
[04:01.12] And they make love before the sun rises
[04:04.70] And in the woods on top of sweet grass bristling
[04:07.59] And in the current beneath the waterfall
[04:12.26] And then they are amazed at a sudden new life
[04:16.06] One that was put together by their lives
[04:19.35] And so now even the mountains look smaller to them
[04:23.01] When they look at their new life
[04:26.27] But to the new life being held
[04:29.32] Their lives will be larger than any range ever seen
[04:39.22] But one day
[04:41.94] Just like they did so long ago
[04:44.44] Their new life will leave their home
[04:48.11] And they now older will continue on as they did before
[04:54.65] Yet the winters will grow colder
[04:57.98] The mornings earlier
[05:00.03] And their memories shorter
[05:03.06] But before either of them leaves for good
[05:06.55] The story ends with a simple realization
[05:10.89] Every little thing that built their home
[05:14.43] Will be a piece of them
[05:16.16] For the last part of forever
[05:19.27]