It was said that summer stopped when it hadn't even started Rain clouds above my head revealed more once they had parted Small things had kind of started correlating Like I'd fall up more curbs the less I tied my laces It's familiar, familiar, the shop front signs and their Interiors, interiors, the tide brought a bottle so Mysterious, mysterious, the note enclosed asked Was I sitting on my hands? Mark makers make marks on the world
Hey! Housebrick are you sitting in a building Are you rested in a hand? Are you heading for a windscreen?
Hey! Housebrick are you sitting in a building Are you rested in a hand? Are you heading for a windscreen now? It seemed the autumn days were struggling in a vice Our lazy afternoons all pressed up against the night Some small things had kind of started making sense I'd get more letters through the door the less I paid the rent And when the rent is due, the rent is due, the pounds and the pennies find More interesting things to do, the wind brought a treasure map Whose directions I followed through But when I dug the ground I found the bottom of a hole Mark makers make marks on the world
Hey! Housebrick are you sitting in a building Are you rested in a hand? Are you heading for a windscreen? Hey! Housebrick are you sitting in a building Are you rested in a hand? Are you heading for a windscreen now? You were meant to keep us safe And sit tall upon the landscape But you fly on the wings of fate
Hey! Housebrick are you sitting in a building Are you rested in a hand? Are you heading for a windscreen? Hey! Housebrick are you sitting in a building Are you rested in a hand? Are you heading for a windscreen now?