Bb                                      F 
This house goes on sale every Wednesday morning 
Bb                            F 
Take it off the market in the afternoon 
Gm            Bb                 F 
You can buy a piece of it if you want to 
Bb                C               F   
It’s been good to me if it’s been good to you 

Bb                                  F 
Take the grand look now the fire is burning 
Bb                             F 
Is that your reflection on the wall? 
Gm                  Bb            F 
I can show you this room and some others 
Bb             C                F 
If you came to see the house at all 

Carefull at the stairs a few are missing 
I haven’t had the time to make repairs 
First step is the hardest one to master 
And the last one up I’m not sure t’s there  

Instrumental verse 

This room here once had its childish laughter 
I come back to hear it now and again 
I can’t say that I’m certain of what you’re after 
But in this room a part of you will remain 

Second floor the lady sleeps in waiting 
Pass the laterns tip-toes in its glance 
And in the room the soft brown arms of shadows 
This room is the hardest one to pass 

How much will you pay to live in the attic 
The shavings of your mind are the only rent 
I left some of it there if you thought you couldn’t 
Or if the (?) that you  boughthas all been spent 

Verse 1 


by: José Duarte 
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