Stand by yourself in the still of the night
When people are quietly sleeping.
Then up at the window a lady in white
And the wind brings the sound of her weeping.

Used to belong to a suicide queen
Who knew that she wouldn´t make it
Everyone laughed as they called her a fool
Till finally she couldn´t take it.
So she ended it all
In the House on the Hill.

The people who lived near they won´t say a word
They look in the other direction.
They say it´s a tale which they don´t believe
Then they pray to the Lord for protection.
And there´s no-one will talk
Of the House on the Hill.
The House on the Hill won´t hurt you at all
As long as you stay outside,
And always remember the voice in the wall
A house where there´s nowhere to hide

The House on the Hill won´t hurt you at all
As long as you stay outside,
And always remember the voice in the wall
A house where there´s nowhere to hide

A voice calls you back to the House on the Hill
Start thinking about what you´re leaving,
So much going on that your feeling confused
And you don´t know just what to believe in
It keeps calling you back
To the House on the Hill

It keeps calling you back
To the House on the Hill