Peter Sinfield A House Of Hopes And Dreams
Across the floor lie broken bowls of pride
Unlatch the door and scratch holes in the night
She'll be there someday, tides turn, winds change
You know, Oh you know.
A house of hopes and dreams I built one too
Drunk on gypsy violins like you
Ran naked through the flames and burnt like you.
Unbuttoned times when two laid down as one
Eyes on eyes where catherine wheels spun.
Now every stale day is a haywire highway
Alone, so alone.
A house of hopes and dreams I built one too
Danced upon the tables just like you
Swam the sea of dreams and drowned like you.
The cave of tears you choked and almost cried
Emotions horse's roped and staked inside.
Never could show her but somehow hoped to know her
Again, again, again to build
A house of hopes and dreams upon
a pack of painted cards;
To build a house of hopes and dreams
with bricks of loaded dice;
To build a house of hopes and dreams
with roulette wheels for stairs;
To build a house of hopes and dreams
Secured and bound with love,
With love, with love, with love, with love
Build strong and sure with love . . .
