The document is a song about a cottage that is now for sale after a relationship has ended. The singer gazes sadly upon the cottage they once shared proudly, noticing how the lawn and garden have gone untended and overgrown with weeds since their partner is no longer there. The cottage remains empty and lonely, with only memories of their former love left behind in the empty rooms and windows where they once saw their partner's face. The key remains in the mailbox as a sign the house is for sale, as there is no one waiting there for the singer anymore to continue their story together.
The document is a song about a cottage that is now for sale after a relationship has ended. The singer gazes sadly upon the cottage they once shared proudly, noticing how the lawn and garden have gone untended and overgrown with weeds since their partner is no longer there. The cottage remains empty and lonely, with only memories of their former love left behind in the empty rooms and windows where they once saw their partner's face. The key remains in the mailbox as a sign the house is for sale, as there is no one waiting there for the singer anymore to continue their story together.
The document is a song about a cottage that is now for sale after a relationship has ended. The singer gazes sadly upon the cottage they once shared proudly, noticing how the lawn and garden have gone untended and overgrown with weeds since their partner is no longer there. The cottage remains empty and lonely, with only memories of their former love left behind in the empty rooms and windows where they once saw their partner's face. The key remains in the mailbox as a sign the house is for sale, as there is no one waiting there for the singer anymore to continue their story together.
A little dream castle With every dream gone Is lonely and silent The shades are all drawn And my heart is heavy As I gaze upon A cottage for sale The lawn we were proud of Is waving in hay A beautiful garden Has withered away Where you planted roses The weeds seem to say A cottage for sale From every single window I see your face But when I reach the window There's empty space The key's in the mailbox The same as before But no one is waiting For me anymore The end of our story Is there on the door A cottage for sale