Aquarelle

Is your house all made of stone?
'Heard the view’s quite high but lone
(You're on your own)
Mailman once again hands empty, and mail free
Who won’t speak to me?
Spotlights pass short thy
Driveway, halfway (halfway)
Who won’t dare to stay?
'Brought my scarf, won’t catch a cold
Place is windy, I’ve been told
(You're getting old)
'Brought my scarf, won’t catch a cold
Place is windy, I’ve been told
(You're on your own)
Mailman once again hands empty, and mail free (mail free)
Who won’t speak to me?
Spotlights pass short thy
Driveway, halfway (halfway)
Who won’t dare to stay?