There's a house on a hill in my backyard It's been burning there for days I never called for help... I should've called for help... Go on, ask me what I would have changed If I could rearrange the past and reconcile the pain I'd never say the things I said, time and time again But it's all concrete beneath our feet Our footprints sank in way too deep And I'm here, and you're there We're never in the same place anywhere You're looking for a boy who's long since disappeared There's a house on a hill in my backyard It's been burning there for days I never called for help, I can't find the words to say That it's me inside And now I'm desperate just to hear you To feel the heartbeat of this house To tell you that I'm sorry, and not to miss me when I'm gone I've never felt so homesick for the road We'd drive all night and sing until our throats were sore When we got bored and decided that we'd fight it out Scream and shout, our hearts shut down I never meant to tear those pages out The story of a house There's a house on a hill in my backyard It's been burning there for days I never called for help, I can't find the words to say That it's me inside And now I'm desperate just to hear you To feel the heartbeat of this house To tell you that I'm sorry, and not to miss me when I'm gone I've got my cardboard box and tether rope I'll carve my name in the ceiling before I choke I've got my cardboard box and tether rope I'll carve my name in the ceiling before I choke There's a house on a hill in my backyard It's been burning there for days I never called for help, I can't find the words to say That it's me inside And now I'm desperate just to hear you To feel the heartbeat of this house To tell you that I'm sorry And not to miss me when I'm gone No, not to miss me when I'm gone