It was said that summer stopped when it hadn't even started   Rain clouds above my head revealed more once they had parted   Small things had kind of started correlating   Like I'd fall up more curbs the less I tied my laces      It's familiar, familiar, the shop front signs and their   Interiors, interiors, the tide brought a bottle so   Mysterious, mysterious, the note enclosed asked   Was I sitting on my hands?   Mark makers make marks on the world      Hey! Housebrick are you sitting in a building   Are you rested in a hand?   Are you heading for a windscreen?   Hey! Housebrick are you sitting in a building   Are you rested in a hand?   Are you heading for a windscreen now?      It seemed the autumn days were struggling in a vice   Our lazy afternoons all pressed up against the night   Some small things had kind of started making sense   I'd get more letters through the door the less I paid the rent      And when the rent is due, the rent is due, the pounds and the pennies find   More interesting things to do, the wind brought a treasure map   Whose directions I followed through   But when I dug the ground I found the bottom of a hole   Mark makers make marks on the world      Hey! Housebrick are you sitting in a building   Are you rested in a hand?   Are you heading for a windscreen?   Hey! Housebrick are you sitting in a building   Are you rested in a hand?   Are you heading for a windscreen now?      You were meant to keep us safe   And sit tall upon the landscape   But you fly on the wings of fate      Hey! Housebrick are you sitting in a building   Are you rested in a hand?   Are you heading for a windscreen?   Hey! Housebrick are you sitting in a building   Are you rested in a hand?   Are you heading for a windscreen now?      (Hey hey housebrick!)