We found ourselves together
In an old house in a small town called High Hope
We didn't mind the quaking
Through me a tremble rose that I thought might tear but I hope

We gathered in the same room
But as the house shook and the ghosts looked in we moved
Through the ceiling I screamed at you
I said, "These bonds are wearing thin. Can you get us through?"

In a town called High Hope
We do our best to sing a weary song
We fill our lungs to blow these walls out
But it takes, it takes wind to knock this house down

It came whistling round the corner
And from our separate rooms we felt it coming through
The cracks in the windows
Stirring up the dust, yeah the wind blew

In a town called High Hope
We do our best to sing a weary song
We fill our lungs to blow these walls out
But it takes, it takes wind to knock this house down

From dust we came, to dust we'll go
From dust we came, to dust we'll go
From dust we came, to dust we'll go
From dust we came, to dust we'll go but we ain't gone
In a town called High Hope
We do our best to sing a weary song
We fill our lungs to blow these walls out
But it takes, but it takes, it takes wind to knock this house down