Manning - Songs From the Bilston House lyrics

Down at the Bilston House, There's a welcome second to none Knock on the battered door and go in Dust on the empty floorboards Show the places they stood Caught in the mirrors and in the air Each room has an imprint And an echo of days of yore Take a photograph framed from inside Outside on the boarded window The notice catches your eye "Don't enter here, the last person died!" Blue prints of a mystery Floor plans etched in rhyme I wonder who will be the next in line A black edge to the corners Paper on the wall The voices in the shadows, locked in time How many people have crossed the path Or have they stayed behind Marks on the wall record their height Who were the children on the second floor On the landing on the stairs Something in this place is not quite right Just another story from the Bilston House Where the rooms are tumbling in A thought in the mind that struck a chord Personalities come and go And seldom leave their mark So many faces within these walls Blue prints of a mystery Floor plans etched in rhyme I wonder who will be the next in line A black edge to the corners Paper on the walls The voices in the shadows, locked in time [x2]