In this place called Heaven
the days are such a bore
Walking in raptured splendor
upon a silken floor

You've had a life of troubles
now you'll be free
Into the arms of never
that's where you long to be

Tearing holes in your skin
In her house...that's where love begins

No faith can hinder teardrops
these hollow eyes shall weep
Dreams of hope are ashes
disturbing tranquil sleep

In silence, deprivation
will set you free
alone with God's redemption
that's where you long to be

Tearing holes in your skin
In her house...that's where love begins

In Her House

©Copyright Warren Mansfield. Dark Illusion Music, BMI. 1999.