House Of Strangers Lyrics

Well, I'm leaning on what's left of what
Has been and still to come
And the present tense eludes all sense
And haunts this native son
There's a truth or two or three or four
Depends on where you stand
You can be a multitude of things
My lovely ampersand

We're not a house of strangers anymore
No cobweb takes a chance upon our door

There's a hope I horde and hold on to
It comforts like a song
That you'll find the spark that guides you through
The dark before I'm gone

We're not a house of strangers anymore
With chosen crest of black upon our door