[INSTRUMENTAL — organ swells over snaps, violins crying in] [VERSE 1 — steady flow, jaw tight] Wasn't but a week before the emails started up "Market's hot" from the same mouths that ain't called her once Nine heirs, nine signatures, nine different area codes Everybody loved that house from a thousand miles of road I was there for every Sunday, macaroni and the news I was there the night she told me "this'll be yours to lose" Realtor came on Tuesday with her folder and her smile Said "the bones are good" — the bones was us, them years, them miles [HOOK — heavy chant, organ under every word] Yellow house (yellow house), yellow house (yellow house) Sold off with the smell of her cooking still inside Yellow house (yellow house), yellow house (yellow house) New paint can't cover what we left in that kitchen [POST-HOOK — voices stacked, organ holding] Every Sunday (every Sunday), every Sunday (every Sunday) [VERSE 2 — flow stripped, walking room to room] Last walkthrough, I touched the doorway with our heights penciled in Tried to memorize the creak the hallway made at ten Her garden out the back is just a selling feature now "Mature landscaping" — that's her hands inside that ground Buyer shook my hand and said "we'll fix her up, good bones" I said "the bones was Sunday dinners, you just came to take the home" Now a stranger's dog is sleeping where we opened up the gifts And the doorway with our heights gets painted over with the... next coat [HOOK — heavy chant, organ under every word] Yellow house (yellow house), yellow house (yellow house) Sold off with the smell of her cooking still inside Yellow house (yellow house), yellow house (yellow house) New paint can't cover what we left in that kitchen [OUTRO — chant fading, organ alone, snaps trailing] Yellow house (yellow house), yellow house (yellow house) Every Sunday (every Sunday), every Sunday
