Lyric Is There Anyone Home

Is there anyone home in this house made of stone?
Anyone inside know my name
I ve been around for a half of a hundred days.
Never saw a door shut so tight
Turn around, don t look down
There s a man behind you with a gun
Like any wandering child in the wilderness,
Wild and uncaged are your ways
I think I heard
Someone stirred
I think I heard
Someone stirred

There s a light around you
I ve come to switch it on
It will brighten every room
Don t be ashamed if you feel a whole lot warmer in you heart.
You got that feelin in your soul

Is there anyone home in this house made of stone?
Anyone in there who might care
I ve grown weary and wise and I feel much amazed.
Got a few good tales to unwind
Turn around, don t look down
There s a man behind you with a gun.
Like any wandering minstrel I ve dawned in the house of a thousand delights.

I think I heard
Someone stirred
I think I heard
Someone stirred
I think I heard
Someone stirred
I think I heard
Someone stirred
I think I heard
Someone stirred
I think I heard
Someone stirred