Household Dreams

Words & Music by Louise Taylor
© 1995 Louise Taylor/Blue Coyote (BMI)
All rights reserved. Used by permission.

This tall wall's
starting to crack
the missing peace
you can't put back
This little house is
starting to crumble
coming apart at what it seems
when the ceiling hits the floor
hold on to your household dreams

All those silent screams
they taste of lightning
and they burn and they plunder
Leaves you standing in your jeans
filled with your sorrow
emptying your wonder
with your hands in your pockets
fingering your keys
hold on hold on little girl
hold on to your household dreams

I'll get the paper
pour you some coffee
move the furniture
do the laundry
things can be rearranged
maybe even changed
these hands can feel the boundaries
holding on to my household dreams

Step back