Shakey
Oh so shakey
The foundations are breaking
They're crumbling every second the sky lights up
Light
Sees itself inside
Makes a room with closed blinds
Seem so bright
We Live In Quilt Houses
We Live In Quilt Houses
It gets through all of us
It gets through all of us
Everything seeps
Seeps in through little seams
From the sewing scene
That always seems to play
Rips
Are much more clear
So easy to see
Bring out more string
For the tear in the homestead
We Live In Quilt Houses
We Live In Quilt Houses
We Live In Quilt houses
We Live In Quilt Houses
It gets through all of us
It gets through all of us
It gets through all of us
It gets through all of us
It gets through all of us