[Intro: Slow, atmospheric acoustic fingerpicking. Swelling bass.] [Vocals: Soft, breathy harmonies like Stevie Nicks and Lindsey Buckingham] [Verse 1] We finally found it, our piece of the hill The draft in the parlor is keeping us chill I haven't seen neighbors, no welcome at all Just footprints in dust up the length of the hall We glide through the rooms, no need for a key It’s quiet and perfect for you and for me. [Pre-Chorus] [Vocals: Increasing intensity, adding slight reverb] But the crew downstairs makes a hell of a noise Smashing the drywall and breaking the toys I guess renovations are taking their toll But we’ll stay right here, yeah we’re keeping control. [Chorus] [Rhythm section drops in heavy, driving beat like Mick Fleetwood] Here’s to new beginnings, a house of our own We’re stripping the wallpaper down to the bone We’ve weathered the storm, we survived the decline As long as we’re here, yeah, the weather is fine. [Verse 2] [Vocals: Lead female vocal takes over, slightly frantic] You’re looking so pale in the afternoon sun I reach for your hand but my fingers just run Right through the fabric, right through the air The builders are shouting a terrible prayer. They’re tossing down salt and they’re burning some sage Why are they acting like animals locked in a cage? [Bridge] [Guitar Solo: Melodic, soaring, heavily heavily delayed, like Lindsey Buckingham] [Tempo slows down, music becomes dissonant and eerie] They brought in a priest for the plumbing, I guess He’s splashing the water and making a mess He stares at the corner exactly where I stand With a cross of pure silver gripped tight in his hand. [Chorus] [Full band crashes back in, aggressive and desperate] Here’s to new beginnings, a house of our own! We’re stripping the wallpaper down to the bone! We’ve weathered the storm, we survived the decline! As long as we’re here, yeah, the weather is fine! [Outro] [Music starts to decay, instruments dropping out one by one] [Vocals: Desperate, fading to a whisper] The front door is opening, a family walks through... They’re holding the deed... looking right through you. We didn't buy it. We didn't survive. They are the owners. They are alive. They're tearing us out... They're tearing us out... [Abrupt stop, single acoustic chord rings out and fades]
