There’s a place that now feels like memory,             

a house of Red Brick and Stone.            

Decorated with ancient furnishing,                       

What used to be my second home. 

A house of Red Brick and Stone,          

where family met to gather for food and drink,          

What used to be my second home.                

love was always painted on the walls.

Where family met to gather for food and drink,        

dust now gathers on every surface.            

Love was always painted on the walls,

an eerie emptiness fills house and heart.   

Dust now gathers on every surface,                    

swept away with unknown hands.                          

An eerie emptiness fills house and heart,                        

there is a place that now feels like a memory.