This House
Fading Echoes: Nostalgia and Farewell in Paige Shannon's 'This House'
Lyrics
This house is not my home anymore
This house no longer feels like my home.
Clean and pack it up and lock the door
Prepare to leave, pack belongings, and secure the premises.
Years of laughs and tears between the ceiling and the floor
Reflecting on the experiences, both joyful and sorrowful, within the space.
This house is not my home anymore
Reiterating the sentiment that the house has lost its sense of home.
At first I'll stay away and just move on
Initially keeping a distance and moving forward.
I know it's not my place, I don't belong
Acknowledging the lack of belonging or connection to the place.
Watching someone else's life, sing someone else's song
Observing the lives of others, detached from personal involvement.
This house is not my home anymore
Reaffirming the emotional detachment from the house.
They say time heals all wounds
Referencing the common saying that time can heal emotional wounds.
So maybe time will heal this, too
Expressing hope that time may also heal the emotional distance from the house.
Some gray in the hair of the young family there
Noting changes in the family living in the house, possibly signifying the passage of time.
And some forgiveness between me and you
Mentioning the need for forgiveness in the relationship connected to the house.
Someday I'll need to drive by here again
Anticipating the eventual return to the house for a nostalgic drive.
Yearning for a taste of where and when
Longing for a connection to past memories associated with the house.
A brand new fence, a coat of paint, and a strange name on the door
Describing physical changes to the house, indicating the passage of time and new ownership.
This house is not my home anymore
Reiterating the detachment from the house, emphasizing its diminished significance.
Memories can haunt us at the end
Acknowledging that memories can have a lasting impact on individuals.
With my last breath, I'll call your ghost again
Expressing a willingness to revisit past emotions, even in the final moments of life.
'Til nothing left around me will allow me to pretend
Recognizing the inevitability of facing reality without pretense.
This house is not my home anymore
Reiterating the sentiment that the house is no longer a home.
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