The snow's falling makes it cold
and shows the holes above my head.
Scurrying below I try to keep
it all from falling on my bed.

House is falling
down, down.
Try to pick it up, try to pick it up.
Rafters shaking
down, down.
Try to hold it up, try to hold it up.

Pebbles underneath my feet
create sliding shoes across my floor.
If I stopped to sweep them up
I know what else I'd have in store.

House is falling
down, down.
Try to pick it up, try to pick it up.
Rafters shaking
down, down.
Try to hold it up, try to hold it up.

Helping hand comes from the dark
and tries with good intentions.
But turn around and trips me up
and worstens the situation.

House is falling
down, down.
Try to pick it up, try to pick it up.
Rafters shaking
down, down.
Try to hold it up, try to hold it up.

And now my help has turned to splinters
and watchers blame the helping hand.
Questions surface from shadow glimpses
but is anyone offering to help me stand?

House is falling
down, down.
Try to pick it up, try to pick it up.
Rafters shaking
down, down.
Try to hold it up, try to hold it up.

Try to hold it up, try to hold it up.