This House Is...

I ripped out the kitchen, I repainted the hall

But nothing made any difference at all

This house— This house is—

I don't know what it is

I assembled some furniture, I resembled some furniture

But following instructions only leads to self-destruction

This house is—

I don't know what it is

Among of it, an early grave

A poor investment, such a big mistake

This house— Oh, this house is—

I don't know what it is

But if you're in the market for a three-story monstrosity

This could be your cup of tea, your ideal property

This house— Oh, this house is—

I don't know what it is

Sunshine pours through a windowpane

Highlighting the fact that I'm on my own again

A home is a place love and life can mix

A house is nothing, nothing

But a collection of bricks

This house is nothing but a collection of bricks

Nothing, nothing

Nothing but a big collection of bricks

Tear this house down, build something else

Somewhere, someplace you could be yourself

Not this place you pour your life into

Just to watch it leak away, hey, hey

What's the difference between a house and a home?

A home is a place you never feel alone

But a house, oh, a house is

Just a collection of bricks

Sunshine still pours through my windowpane

Highlighting the fact I'm on my own again

A home is a place love and life can mix

A house is nothing, nothing

But a collection of bricks

Nothing but a big collection of bricks

One, two, three, four, five, six

Come look at my massive collection

Of bricks

Oh, nothing

Nothing but a big collection of bricks

I said, there's nothing, nothing

Nothing but a big collection of bricks, ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Yeah, yeah

Nothing but a big collection of bricks