Burned down but not forgotten The walls were sturdy but the floor was rotten Men like phantoms moving in the cold Men like phantoms move - well [Chorus] This is the house that silence built This is the place where she takes her shelter I know the game she plays Lays down the hand that a hard life dealt her Mule Skinner you can call this house your home You come a stranger but you seldom leave alone Standing on the edge of a dying hour They were standing on the edge - well Raise high the roof beams everyone Choose your words wisely and be done Hearing accusations from yourself You can hear them from yourself - well Standing on the slope of an icy roof You amble out but the answers are aloof A month of hungry Sundays in a row You can find them in a row - well