Dead Man Winter - This house is on fire

This house is on ^Gfir^Ce and I can't esca^Gpe it I'm lonely and^G tire^Cd, no will left to f^Gake it You know it m^Cakes ^Dno se^Gnse, where all the g^Cood t^Dimes we^Gnt

This house is on f^Cire and I'm not getting o^Gut It's not made to ^Glas^Ct, I'm not scared to s^Gay it I dwell on the ^Gpas^Ct and drink to del^Gay it But there's a l^Cight ^Dinsi^Gde, no matter ^Chow^D I ^Gtry It's not made to ^Gla^Cst, but I can't say goo^Gdbye

^DI thought it would ^Cbe alright, to be al^Gone ^DThere's ghosts in the l^Civing room, this h^Gouse is not my h^Dome

^GWe're drifting ^Cawa^Gy We're drifting ^Cawa^Gy We're drifting ^Cawa^Gy We're drifting ^Cawa^Gy

This house is on ^Gfir^Ce, and I'm not getting o^Gut