[gramophone spoken-word poetry] A house sails through the ages, an empty vessel in the rain, A wooden ghost drifting slowly through the rivers of forgotten names. No crew upon the decks now, no rigging left to hold the sky, It moves with silent currents where the lost horizons lie. [Pre-Chorus] Finally anchored in the towering windows, wide and cold, Where lunar landscapes flicker like memories made of gold. The lights become pale oceans on a frozen midnight shore, And silence wears a blackened face, waiting at the door. [Chorus] House without a crew House without a crew Still it keeps on moving through The hours nobody knew [gramophone spoken-word poetry] The engines of the hours fade beneath a distant tide, The walls remember footsteps that disappeared inside. No neon in the darkness, no colors calling from the street, Only shadows tracing circles where the heart and time still meet. [Pre-Chorus] Finally resting in the approaches where no hunters roam, A harbor without prey, a river carrying home. The house keeps sailing inward through the echoes it has known, A boat without a captain, a world becoming stone. [Chorus] House without a crew House without a crew Still it keeps on moving through The hours nobody knew [gramophone spoken-word poetry] If you touch the door, you hear the rain If you call its name, it answers in grain No one left to raise the mast Still the house drifts past [Final Chorus] House without a crew House without a crew Still it keeps on moving through The hours nobody knew House without a crew House without a crew A wooden ghost, a prayer in blue Drifting on, though no one knew
