[Intro] Sunday morning. Rain on tin. Nobody speaks about what happened then. [Verse 1] White paint peeling off the porch. Bible open by the door. Grandfather's coat still on the hook. Nobody wears it anymore. Floorboard bends beside the kitchen. One nail always catches skin. Every house has something hidden. Ours just learned to keep it in. [Chorus] The house keeps score. Name by name. Dust remembers every flame. The house keeps score. Door by door. What you bury walks the floor. [Verse 2] Blackwater rising past the fence. Church bell through the trees. Mother said don't ask the preacher why he never looks at me. Photograph above the mantle. Everybody dressed in white. One face scratched out with a thumbnail. Still there every night. [Chant] Amen. Not yet. Amen. Not yet. [Chorus] The house keeps score. Name by name. Dust remembers every flame. The house keeps score. Door by door. What you bury walks the floor. [Bridge] There are things a family carries without ever calling weight. There are doors that stay unlocked because nobody wants to see the gate. There are prayers you learn by heart without knowing what they're for. There are names you stop saying— and the house keeps score. [Final Chorus] The house keeps score. Blood by blood. Rain keeps falling. River floods. The house keeps score. Wall by wall. Nothing leaves here. Nothing at all. [Outro] Sunday morning. Rain on tin. Nobody speaks. The house listens.
