I grew up in a house like this, we knew the groan of every stair   All the walls seemed to listen in, all the years seemed to take up air   When you dreamed it was of the wind blowing cold and hard   In those dreams you thought you lived in a house of cards      I grew up in a town like this, we knew the names of every street   On the surface it looked so safe, but it was perilous underneath   That's the place you shoved your doubts and hid your ugly scars   God forbid if word got out about your house of cards      And now I feel the wind about to blow, and baby I'm so scared   You're repeating the past instead of letting it go   And I don't wanna go back there      Now we're standing here face to face, afraid to move or else   I wanna prop up this fragile place, I can't do it all by myself   'Cause when we dream, it's of the wind, blowing cold and hard   When we wake up we still live in a house of cards      'Cause when we dream, it's of the wind, blowing cold and hard   When we wake up we still live in a house of cards