There’s a house
By the rails that I know
In a valley of its own

With trains and bones
And birds in the yard
Where the wild nettles grow

Growing over the door
Growing up through the walls
Growing up
Growing over
treasure to be told

So wave goodbye
To living alone
I think we’ve found our home

Let’s paint these walls
And pull up the weeds
And cast our fevers in stone

Growing out of the [bad word] 
Growing up through the night
Growing up
Growing older
With treasure to be told

I see us growing old
I watch us growing old
Together, together
Together