Dan Pallotta - House on the Reservoir Lyrics

My grandpa built a house
On the reservoir in town
And the ghosts of that house
Follow me around
The ghost of my grandpa
And my Daddy, his son
And the war between the two of them
That nobody won
Daddy said your grandpa
Isn't who you think he is
Spare the rod
Yah, well your grandpa never did
So I was in the middle
From the day that I was born
They were looking to see
Whose side I was on
The air was always heavy with
The weight of something dark
Inside of that house on the reservoir
We went there every Sunday
Grandpa's voice was in my ear I was afraid of saying anything
He didn't want to hear
And worried that Daddy
Was judging my sins
For accepting the affection
Grandpa never gave to him
It split me into pieces
And I sold my soul for parts
Inside of that house on the reservoir
When I was seventeen
And he was close to death
My grandpa whispered something I won't ever forget
He told me I was the son
He always wished he had
He was grieving the love
He denied to my dad
All the silence and the secrets
And the sorrows that were ours
Inside of that house on the reservoir
There's a room in in that house
That looks out to the west
Where Daddy and grandpa
Both went to their rest
Now all that remains
In the space that they left
Is the ghost of a love
That was never confessed
Jesus on the crucifix
Bleeding from his scars
Some nights I still go driving
By it in the car
All the silence and the secrets
And the sorrows that were ours
Inside of that house on the reservoir